A Night in the Life of the AC/BC

A high school homework assignment to write a creative vignette about something that brings me passion

	

My brother, two of my best friends (Sam and Emily), and I were in a band together. We played and wrote songs together for almost five years. All four of us have a deep love for music. When my brother plays music, he loses himself in every note, letting his emotions take over and hold him in a state of happiness. When Sam plays, he falls into a world of his own like a light was turned on, showing all the things you only could dream of seeing. Nothing can reach him there; he just plays and plays, regardless of anything going on around him. When Emily sings, she is washed over by the waves of music and finds herself singing the words that explain exactly how she feels about everything from life to love. When I play, sing, or even listen to music, with every word that falls from my mouth and every beat that dances through the air, I am consumed with thoughts of love, pain, past, future and everything in between. Memories of late night drives, spells of laughter, and sleepless nights flood my head, placing me in an emotional nirvana. Everything makes sense to me when I play music; with understanding tears I see the things that matter and I laugh at the things that I thought mattered, realizing they couldn’t be less important. The feelings of loss and gain merge into one grimacing reminder that life is fragile, so take it as it comes and make the best of it. Music is my biggest passion in life, it defines who I am, and allows me to get away from everything that brings me down.  Like this one time, I was having a band practice, and I had been having a really bad day. I was in a fight with my girlfriend, I was depressed, and school had been stressing me out. In addition to this, I was having issues with my insomnia. That night my brother started to play piano, and Sam improvised a guitar riff to go with the piano. Emily and I began to make up words to sing with the music, automatically harmonizing with each other, spilling our hearts into an endless basin called music. After our jam session, I looked up with a smiling face, and felt the weightlessness of my chest. Instead of a heavy, pulling feeling, I was engulfed with a warm happy sensation that started in the words I sung, and spread throughout the entire house. That night, I slept like a baby.