There are people, thousands of people who grew up miles away and years apart from each other, yet they all have a similar story to tell. I’m not one to love to hear about someone’s day, but I know that, at the end of it, we’ve all been through ups and downs. And we all had a song for each.
We’ve all had a song we used to dance to before we could think properly, before we could even walk. As the tiny little human you were, you used to hear your mother singing you to sleep or the radio making some insanely attractive noise that made you wave your hands and put a smile on your face that made everyone around you smile even brighter. You don’t remember the song. Yet, that was the soundtrack of that time.
You actually may remember those children parties you used to attend whenever one of those kids across the street you used to play with was getting older than you. You were fascinated by the candles, by the sounds. Wheather you were singing ‘Happy Birthday’ or trying to master the dancing moves of some blonde teen on a spatial ship you’ve seen on TV, you were still smiling everytime, and, once again, making everyone around you love the soundtrack of your childhood.
Do you remember the first song you were able to sing along to? I can only imagine it was one of those you used to hear on the radio thousands of times a day, yet I don’t know the name, nor the lyrics, or at least I don’t know which one it is. I remember the music my dad used to play in the car whenever we were travelling, as it was always Coldplay, or the one my mom used to play on the radio as each and every song, somehow, made someone move to its beat or dream of something the lyrics spoke of.
Now? Now I wake up every day and put music on before even looking in the mirror. I have headphones as part of the outfit and I know that no matter what happens, I’ll find a song to fit the whole situation. I’ll get it inside my head for weeks then I’ll forget about it for years. But after a while, I will remember how I once listened to someone saying I should ‘’pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars’’, or how I got to believe that ‘’space may be the final frontier, but it’s made in the Hollywood basement’’. I will remember about a time when ‘’it was all yellow’’ or about that summer that hurt. About how I realized that I may have taken things too far and ‘’saw the headlights shining in the dark night’’ or how I swore I’d fall in love that summer, how I heard that I ‘’ain’t getting any younger’’, how I promised ‘’I’ll be good’’ and that I’d somehow always find my way back to the blue sea.
We dance through life without a choreography, we sing without knowing the lyrics, and somehow, once in a blue moon, we get the steps and the notes right.