I start walking down the sidewalk just looking around at everything around me. And it's not long before I start getting lost in my thoughts. I start to think back. Very recently I had became a fan of some new music. It happened when my family went to McDonald's and we got happy meals. in our Happy meals we ended up getting samples of some sort of kooky dancing big kid music for toys. Now me and my brother love making fun of things. And there was a glitter in my brother's eyes when he saw what CDs we had gotten.
"I've researched this music before. From what I heard the music is really really bad. Now is our chance to find out for sure." He smirks.
I smile too. I've been seeing the commercials for years. The commercials always showed big kids dancing around trying to sell some music And I was very excited to at last find out what music they were really selling. So we popped it in the CD player and we listened to it. My brother makes jokes during the entire time we listen and I giggled at all of them. I was having a blast, I enjoyed bonding with my brother. So much so that The next day I asked my brother if we could do it again. But this time my brother was busy. So he told me to go listen to it by myself. But I was scared. the music in my opinion wasn't that bad. the shouting was a bit excessive but otherwise it was not bad. And I knew if I started liking the music my brother would be really angry. I did not want this to happen.
"What are you afraid of?" My brother asked me.
"What if I listen to it and I like it?" I asked Shyly. My brother smirked at me.
"don't worry this music is so bad there's no way in hell you would ever like it. It's just that awful." He told me. I giggled. So this was it. I took the CD and I listened to it by myself. at first I listen to the first few track just remembering everything me and my brother said the night before.
"There is a lot of excessive shouting in this. that makes it bad. Don't bob your head to this you don't want to end up liking it. your brother will be really mad at you." I told myself fiercely. I was scared because my brother had hurt me in the past when he had gotten really angry and I did not want to make him angry enough to hurt me again. So anyway I eventually came to the last track. And that was it......... I could not fight it anymore.......... It was sung by what sounded like a super cute rebellious teen guy and he was singing about a world totally filled with kids that could do anything. That were not afraid. I could feel my kid pride rising. I just couldn't help myself. I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THE SONG!! The moment I gave into that song I gave into the others too. I did Bob my head to the music and I did not care about the excessive yelling. But now I was in trouble. And I had to tell my brother about it. Because the next day he wanted to make fun of it again. I grew really shy and timid I wasn't sure really what to say but I had to admit what had happened.
"I don't want to make fun of this music anymore I'm not sure how to say this but I think I might sort of..........like it.." I said shyly. My brother's eyes grew wide and big. He got very angry with me. He threatened to hurt me. he threw the CD on the ground. He said that music was very bad and that people that like the music were very bad too. he said the company that made the music was really greedy and exploited children to make lots and lots of money. he said they didn't really care about kids at all they just wanted to make lots and lots of money and they were stealing other people's music to do it and they did not give the artist credit either. He told me I was bad for liking the music And I ended up going to bed that night wondering what was wrong with me. My brother made sure to get rid of all the CDs after that. And I was sad because I really liked that song and the other ones too. And I knew that it was wrong for me like that music and it made me bad but for some reason I did not care. I did not want to believe my brother. I did not want to believe that the company was greedy and exploiting children. And even if they didn't give the artist credit I didn't want to believe that they were bad. I desperately wanted to hear that music again so while I was walking I began to think of ways of how I could listen again. And an idea came to me. I could ask for a CD for Christmas or my birthday. I didn't care if it was a McDonald's CD or a regular CD sold in stores. I just really wanted one for my birthday. I just hoped my plan would work.
