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Blondie: Note to Future SelfDodging countless amounts of traffic, I navigate through the dim city streets. Up ahead, I recognize the glowing neon sign hanging by a cord on the greasy warehouse. The old lot is littered with beer bottles, candy wrappers and soda cans. Cole was no where in sight.I then remember that Cole is here, but he's hiding. He is thoroughly convinced that someone is after him. I smirk in silent amusement at the ridiculous, cliche fear. If anyone were out to get him, he would've been dead already, right?Shaking the thoughts away, I pull on the toilet chain hanging from the gutter. Immediately I'm sucked down a flashy neon green tube, quickly landing at Cole's feet. "Decided to drop in, eh?" His loud laugh echoes through the cave-like HQ.I sigh and pull myself up, clutching my poor backpack. "Dude, I think you should take a chill pill. No one is out to get you!" He slaps my back, giving a light chuckle. "Well, not yet!" His grin faded quickly and he turned away, his overalls swishing with him
Music AgainThe cold wood brushes against my fingers,the horse's hair is smooth,and delicate.Its curves are like grips,ways I can hold onto reality.It lets me know I am here,and I am real.The sweet notes scour through the air,my ears are sighing with relief,as my fingers gently push and pull.Push,and pull.It glides so smoothly,creating sweet sounds of nothing but a melody,beautiful sounds of a symphony.Its case is like a cocoon,it wraps you in warmth,until you're ready to spread your wings.Gentle notes of a memory,the sweetest type of victory,was knowing that music,is what has created me.