On a dark and windy night, with rain banging on the windows, repeating the “clickity clack clack”. I could hear the wind whistling through the cracks of the windows. It was like mother nature yelling at my house. I was sitting in my parent’s roasty and toasty office, searching through my brothers music on iTunes. As I was skipping through the funky tunes. “click”. Um no, “click”. nope, “click”. Meh, “click”. I stopped on a bangin’, beautiful, softly, synthetic symphony, mostly because the album cover was confusing to look at. It had the words “In Rainbows” in 7 different colors and some orange random explosion in space that looked like a infrared of a baby still in a mother's belly. While studying the image like a geography quiz, I started really enjoying this higher pitched singing and fell in love with the “oooooo ahhhh ahh ahh ah ” Then said out loud with a solid tone of happiness, “ Ooo That's ah gooood jam jam!”. I immediately plugged in my blue rectangular mp3 player and threw that baby on there. I was really happy of this find. I thought to my tired self it was a good days work, so I shutdown the computer and said goodnight to mother nature, who was still screaming at my house, and went to bed humming the “oooooo ahhhh ahh ahh ah”.

The next day on the bus my friend, who was more of just someone to talk to, was pushing his phone and earbuds at me and saying “Listen to this song dude, it’s so fresh”. He stated that “This song was bosser than Michael Jordan”, whatever the heck that means, and that I'd love it’s beat. So I figured I'd give it a listen. I popped in the ear buds and pushed play. “leedle blop d‘dop”. This song was total and complete garbage. It was simply as simple as the color white. It was like the song was sulking because it was so terrible. This song could make a person who doesn't have the ability to cry, cry! All because of its noxious noises. I took the earbuds out and just said, “Eh yea nice” and shrugged my shoulders. Remembering that beautiful song I found last night I said “Eyyy listen to this one” and shoved my earbuds into his medulla oblongata. As he listened, I stared at him, eyes wide open and cheeks clenched, waiting for a reaction. After twelve hundred million hours, He popped the earbuds out and straight up said “This song sucks eggs.” right after his statement I realized my musical taste was unique in its own little way. This made me feel a little uncomfortably different at the the moment, So I reassured myself by thinking my music was “bosser” than Michael Jordan. The next day, after school, I went on to that computer and kept on searching for them funky good new tunes that I myself enjoy very much. Repeating this everyday after school, I ended up finding a million new songs that I loved more than a cat loves catnip.