The Night

Music to Deprived Ears

Music To Deprived Ears

I kept moving around. I shifted my weight from one side to another. We have only been on the road for a half an hour and I couldn’t stop moving. I’m a particularly active person, so sitting in a car for days on end is not really my thing.

“This car is stolen,” I blurt out and I instantly think randomly coming up with something to say because I’m bored is a bad idea. I really need to think about things before I begin to talk.

“What are you talking about?” He says kind-of frantic by what I just said.

See. I need to think about things before I say them, but of course that doesn’t stop me again.

“This car is stolen,” I repeat myself.

“How do you know that?” He questioned me still quite frantic.

“I couldn’t sleep last night, so I left the motel room and looked around in the car and saw the papers that obviously implied that this car is stolen!” I explained.

“You left without me!” He says completely changing why he is so frantic.

“Yes. I can take care of myself. I can shoot a gun just fine.” I say trying to prove my worth.

“But you were all alone. They could have come last night and you don’t even have a gun with you!” He says still quite frantic.

“Look let’s just drop this. I’m done,” I said with finality.

 I didn’t want to tell him that I knew about the guns and that I took some of them. I’m scared of how he would react and what he would do. I really did want to drop it, though. I’m stupid to keep on thinking that sometime he might actually tell me some information on what’s happening. I want to be done talking about this and maybe have some fun. I haven’t had any actual fun in the past couple of days.

 I look around the car for something to keep me occupied and I see the car’s radio. I press the large power button and start turning the dial. The majority of the stations are static and a bunch of stupid songs and genres that I’m not into. Still frustrated and annoyed by Zac I kept turning the dial quicker and quicker, faster and faster as I got angrier and angrier, until you could no longer hear any of the stations because I made them change so fast.

In a huff I pressed the large power button again and turned the car’s radio off. I opened up my backpack and started to shuffle things around until I pulled out my auxiliary cord. Luckily, my car was in the shop for a day, I was going to go get it after school, and I had had to clean it out, so I had the cord with me. I locate the tiny hole near the CD player that says “Aux” and I plug in the cord. I slip my fingers down the length of the cord so I could pick it up from off the floor and I plug the other end of the cord into my iPhone.

I start to play some of my favorite songs; I have about ten at the moment. The music starts to play through the speakers, but it isn’t very loud, so I turn it up more until it’s pretty loud. I sang softly to the lyrics, but you could tell that I am still angry. I just can’t help myself; I have to sing.

Just the way I’m keeping my lips close together as I talk, and the way I’m keeping my arms crossed you could tell that I’m still mad. I slowly uncrossed my arms and sat up just as I slowly opened my mouth up more when I sang as I let the anger leave as the music came.

 I also began to sing louder and by the end of the song I was really working it; singing loud and proud. The next song begins and it’s another one of my current favorites. I’m moving my hands and hips, and the occasional legs, to the music as I dance in the passenger seat, looking like an idiot like usual.