James continued to carry the disks around wherever he went. He also happened to find a CD player in the back of his closet. So far he has listened to one disk that held 10 songs. He only listened to one, wanting to save the others for later.
Beethoven was the first artist. From what he could remember, it was Moonlight Sonata. Which was actually one of James favorite pieces by him. Whether that be coincidental or not, he still enjoyed it when his hands were shaking and he was so close to breaking down.
It was his filed under Feeling Anxious and had a couple of weird doodles on the CD. James would slime at them and he couldn't help but feel calm when he had the disks around. He knew that if he was upset or something he could just play one and automatically feel at ease. He was sure why the music had such an effect, but he also didn't mind it. So he would continue until he has listened to all the CD's hundreds of times.
When James first listened to the song, he remembered he was at his house when he felt an enormous wave of nostalgia and anxiety then immediately turned on the disk without second thought. Whilst the song was playing, James couldn't help but throw his emotions onto a slab of paper. He doesn't remember what he wrote, but he plans on writing every time he listens to the disks and put them in a folder for the mysterious person to have. That is, if they ever show their face to him.
It was super cliché and James hoped they didn't find him strange for doing this, but he didn't mind if they did. Though that wouldn't make sense when they were the ones to want to help him but it didn't really matter, he supposed.
The person was someone he knew, that much was for sure. Though he didn't think he wanted to waste time lingering on the idea of who it could be and just enjoy what they oh-so took the time and effort to create for him. It was very thoughtful and probably took up much of their time, and he couldn't be more grateful.
"What the fuck are you listening too?" James was snapped out his thoughts with a not-too-pleasant wake-up call.
"Erm, i-it's nothing," James squeaked, and was quick to turn the music off, embarrassed out of his mind. "Uh, I'm sorry, was the music too loud?"
"Nah, I was just curious as to why you were playing bullshit music like that." Seamus murmured, though James knew he wasn't much to judge and probably didn't even care that much. More than likely he was just bored and needed someone to talk too.
"Uhm, just wanted to listen to something new, I guess?"
"Whatever you say." Seamus muttered, leaving his friends room.
James sighed in relief, plugging in headphones so he can listen to song for probably around thirty more times or until he gets tired of it.
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(super short update, wadda ya gonna do bout it? ¯＼_(ツ)_/¯)
(sorry for my lame music taste, if you guys could give some cool suggestions for songs that would be great ((and it would be super helpful if you filed them under an emotion, ex: anger, anxiety, angst, etc. that'd be cool)) if not that's also cool c: )
