Months went by since I did my community service. Soon it was my birthday. And I got up the nerve to ask my parents for a one of those music CDs. I didn't care if I was big enough or not, I just wanted to hear it again. My parents looked confused. But agreed to take me to Shopko to get me one for my birthday. I happily skipped into the store with my parents. There were several CDs to choose from. I was absolutely surprised. I had no idea they sold those CDs in actual stores! I just thought they sold them in those commercials where you have to be 18 or older to call. which is totally unfair because it would be a million bajillion years before I would even be 18!! Anyway they were selling three different CDs. A orange one a purple one and a yellow one. the purple one had pretty much no songs that I knew on it and the orange one only had one song that I knew on it but the yellow one had two whole songs that I knew on it plus it was my favorite color. So I ended up picking the yellow one. I was so happy. The songs I knew on it were you belong with me and fireflies. And every day on the way to school I would listen to it in the car. My teacher would even let me play it in study hall. None of the kids seemed to mind either. There was one problem though. one of the songs in my CD was I gotta feeling the same song that was playing right before I got arrested. And honestly I was a little traumatized after that. I mean they tasered me. I wasn't sure what to do I felt like I couldn't even listen to that song at all without remembering getting arrested. But I had an idea. The original version was playing in the store before I got arrested not the cover verison. Maybe if I listened to the cover verison enough I could replace the bad memories with good ones. I decided to give it a try. It took a lot of time and a lot of listening. But eventually as the school year came to a close the bad memories that I felt getting arrested began to fade and were slowly replaced with good memories. And I know this was just me and no one else had something this good happen to them but I kinda felt like this might be proof. This might be proof that my brother was wrong. That maybe that music wasn't so bad. Because their music helped me over my trauma. And surely something bad couldn't do something like that. Surely not. I looked at my new CD happily. I could read the label very clearly, it was the same as the label on the McDonald's CDs. It read Kidz bop........
