I carefully packed my keyboard and other equipment into the black leather bag. Glancing around the stark room, I picked up my bags. They were heavier than I thought they would be, but that weight did not matter, because music is my joy, my passion. Music understands when others can't.
"Well now I am off to the lovely Barden University," I thought sarcastically. Why doesn't Dad understand! He thinks I am just some angsty teenager, but all I want to do is what makes me happy, which is music. But he is too busy to try to understand because of That Woman. Doesn't he know that dealing with my parents divorcing was hard enough without him bringing That Woman into my life!? I stomped down the stairs at the thought, lugging my bags after me. I reached the sidewalk and looked around one last time at the tall buildings. With a huff, I hailed a gleaming yellow cab and placed my things in the trunk. I told the cabbie to take me to Barden. After exchanging a few pleasantries with the man, I slumped against the seat and pulled my headphones over my ears. My eyes drifted shut as my music pumped into my ears.
"Almost there," the cabbie said gruffly. I sleepily opened an eye and gazed at the stone buildings that loomed ahead. The song I was listening to came to an end and the first strains of the song "Highway to Hell" entered my consciousness and I grimaced at the irony.