I woke up about thirty minutes ago to loud music. I had just so happened to be having a rather nightmarish dream at the time, so when the eerie music seeped into my dream as I woke up, I automatically started to have thoughts about haunted houses, as eerie things seem to do to me. In the beginning, I thought maybe there was an awesome young female singer living right next door (maybe she played an instrument too)! But no, I figured, as the woman who had been screaming at her kids yesterday returned to this seemingly common (perhaps not favorite, but it’s hard to tell) pastime with the loud music in the background over her shouting.One thing that I’ve noticed here so far is that when people play their music for everyone to hear, they turn it up. LOUD. When me and my parents walked to the mini-market down the street yesterday, there were probably at least two (if not more) people with their music turned up really loud. This bothers me because my mom and dad have always told me to keep my music down if at all possible, even when I have headphones in, because I could lose the high range in my hearing, which I definitely don’t want. That would suck. And plus, it’s nice for other people when you don’t blast your music, ’cause they might not like the same music that you like, or perhaps they’re listening to their own. Or maybe they’re just taking a nap.
Music is my most favorite thing (next to boys, of course), but this music is a little too obnoxiously loud for my liking. If it was a little quieter, and heard in shorter intervals of time (not constantly), I would be able to appreciate it more. At least I can hear it though!
It’s slower music with a piano. The female singer is singing in a higher voice, and in Spanish (I think). I’m beginning to think also, that either this specific music artist is really popular here, or that it’s a CD, and not a radio. The only thing leading me to believe that it’s a radio is that there have been short interjections where there isn’t any music, and it’s just some people talking about something.
(NOTE: This post was written when I was 12. I edited it in 2017 for grammatical errors and other technical stuff, but maintained the content to preserve my 12-year-old perspective)
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