You know that feeling, when the beat takes you away, and evokes emotions that you never knew you had? That feeling of flight or of despair, or of even just existance. No matter who the author is, it's impossible to describe that feeling. Maybe because it's different for everyone, or maybe because you're too focussed on the music to care. The true answer may even be that because it evokes such feelings, we can not describe. Humans after all, aren't meant to understand. We're meant to wander in the dark until the final moment, when all is revealed.

This could go on and on of just the feeling of the beat or why humans are the way they are, but it isn't. It's going to get a little more specific. Do you know who the EDF is? Of course you don't. If you answered yes, then I would watch your back because… well I can't tell you. That information is classified. But I'm going to be telling you a story on a certain member of this organization that you're not supposed to knkow about who is commonly known as Adonis, the Digital Ninja.

Feel the beat… Dance to the sound… Live in the music…

He was "cursed" with bad luck it seemed. No one really stayed alive around him, whether it be his opponent or his partner. The latter death definitely impacted him. If you ever had a close friend die, you know how he felt. The whole world fell away, lost the truth and reality it once held. He became attached (not addicted… He refused to admit he was addicted…) to his loniliness, and more importantly music. Depression can do that to a person. Of course people noticed, but what could they do to help? So they sat and watched as the light and that slight smile seemingly died, and as his headphones replaced them.

Become the rythym… See the pitch… Be the lyrics…

When his partner was replaced with a fool named Blackjack, the music became louder, the beat stronger, and the lyrics more passionate. He needed it to drown out everything around him. It was almost the equilivalent of drugs for him. (Keyword is almost. He wasn't addicted. No… never.) That idiot plaqued his life and mind. Thoughts and emotions stormed around in his head making the music get turned up louder and louder. Why couldn't he just leave him alone? Why couldn't he stop thinking of him?

Hear the emotion… Taste the passion… Turn the music up…

His partner could never be replaced. Especially not with that man. No… He couldn't let those memories slip away. No matter what he said, he didn't mean it, right? No one cared anymore. Adonis couldn't figure out which way was up and which was the emergency exit was. And of course, Blackjack never caught hold of the beat that was pounding away in his black haired partner's head. A long song that started out content and calm then proceeded to get more furious, more passionate, more confusing, and way louder than what is started out with. Towards where the song is today though, something changed drastically. The creator started to enjoy it, despite how much he denied it, or how little he actually did find peace in it. It was still there.

Rewind. Rewrite. Repeat.

Feal the beat babe.

Dance to the sound around you.

Live in this music you created.

Become the rythym of our hearts.

See the pitch of our love.

Be the lyrics you want to hear.

Babe,

Can you hear me what I'm saying?

Can you taste my passion?

Drown out all your despair,

Hun don't worry.

I'll drown it out so just let me

Let me turn up the music.

Adonis would never admit he was addicted. Never admit he was in love this new change in his song.