There are moments in life when everything seems to come to a stop – like that pause right before the beat drops, silent yet filled with tension. I adjust my earphones, looking forward to the next part of my song, but it doesn't come. Like a ball of pent-up energy, I impatiently wait, but nothing happens. There's this jittery feeling wrapping itself around me, like I want–need–to be somewhere else but I can't, and it's closing in on me, tighter and tighter 'til it's hard to breathe.
I pull out my phone and realize that only one part of the song is playing over and over. Ah, the audio file has probably gone corrupt and I am stuck– and it's a thought that has always been bugging me. It scares me that I'd spend my life stuck in the same place, with the same routine every single day while I watch other people freely dancing to their own songs.
By now, I'm convinced that something's wrong. Besides, how come my phone couldn't play my song but it could still play others'? All the other songs except mine. Well, now it seems like I won't be able to dance to my own song, not like other people. Perhaps my song is just not meant to be played after all.
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