During the summer I live in Florida. I know no one except my brother’s goofy friends. So they are stuck with me. Sometimes we’d be cruising and sing along to well known songs. A feeling of love and strong friendship would fill me as we loudly sang to the beats to such music as Queen or the Beastie Boys. But I knew they weren’t hanging out with me because they liked me but because they were forced too. Since I was my brother’s little sister. It felt as if the feelings weren’t rightfully mine kind of like feeling love for a romantic character in a book.

    Today as my friends and I drove and sang I for the first time felt that sense of belonging. The inhibition to belt off key, the words of a beloved Green Day tune. I was here because these people accepted me and wanted me to be there. It was a feeling like no other. With the cold wind blowing in my hair I felt love. Something I had missed. What a bittersweet feeling. I knew it was fleeting. Soon the school year would end I would move and my friend’s (mostly seniors) would go away for college. This evening could never be duplicated again. Maybe with different friends but never the same. I wished that the song would play forever as we drove on an endless street. But of course all good ends at one point.

    Ever since I was little I used to fantasize about being in a movie. Often I would pretend my life was the “Sheila Show.” I was a delusional child. But as I sang with my friends I felt like a character in a movie. It just felt so right. The subject was once brought up to me “If life had a soundtrack what would it be?” This strained through my mind and the words flowed out of my mouth. This was a moment to be remembered.

    “Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast.” – William Congreve