Mr Smith2
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Joined 11-09-01, id: 124016
Simple, really.
She slides the CD into her stereo, cranking the volume until the very foundations of her house groans with it. She lays down on the worn, pink carpet in front of the tower speakers, sprawled out on her belly.
When the bass kicks in, it trembles through the carpet, sinking warmly into her bones.
The drums are next, crashing hard through the speakers, causing her heart to pound against her ribcage.
To the same rhythm, the same beat.
That guitar - it rolls through her body, sending little shivers shuddering up and down her spine, causing all her hair to stand on end.
And his voice.
His voice has the power to make her weep, crying freely into the crook of her arm, face buried in the carpet, its music swirling around in her head until she almost can't stand it.
Until it's all she hears.
Until it's all she feels.
And for the first time in five days, she falls asleep.
Peacefully.

Stories brought to you by the combined minds of Teddy Santiago and Alias Stella.