Soundtrack to my life

Last year I moved to St. George and I knew absolutely no one. It was the first time I wouldn’t be able to walk up the stairs to talk to my mom. I was excited, but extremely nervous. I didn’t have to check in with anyone and I made my own curfew. I felt liberated. All the power, I thought I had, slowly disappeared and loneness checked in. I heard “Don’t Forget to Remember Me” by Carrie Underwood on the radio. The calming beat cleared away the clouds of anxiety. Even though I felt alone, I realized I wasn’t. Whenever I hear this song a soothing sensation fills my soul.

When darkness blanketed the night sky, we jumped into the white jeep wrangler and took off down the road. My friends and I were the coolest nerds on the block. We blasted “Bad” by Michael Jackson throughout the car and the window shattering singing commenced. I felt free and alive. My soul was invigorated. I had become a prisoner to the beat and I like it. The late summer nights we spent together comes alive through this song.