Amazing Grace

I hate music.

Violent beats blare out from the large amplifier, and the screeching vocalist strains to catch his breath as the drummer pounds the remaining beats of the horrific song onto his hi-hat. The sound becomes slightly muffled due to the comforting protection the palm of my hands hold pressed against my ears. Thank God. Once the sound of the metal ludicrousness have completely faded into clapping, my hands fall limply into my lap. At the very least, I give the band fairy claps. It was unbelievable how I was the only one mocking the band; then again I wasn't exactly surprised.

Things never used to be like this.