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Jax Knight was singing to me, all I could do was just lay there on my bed and listen as his steel-blue eyes bore directly into mine, his long brown hair hanging heavily over his face, and his rough yet heavenly voice piercing straight into my soul, sweeping me up into a dizzy whirlwind of emotions, such as the power of Jax Knight's music.
"Ariana!" my mom called, "Ariana Raelynn!"
I tightly closed my eyes hoping that she'd leave before Jax's magical spell was broken.
"Ariana turn down that music!"
My mom was now shouting in my ear, although Jax Knight's voice still blasted through my room, the guy himself disappeared.
"Are you trying to blow a fuse?" my mom asked.
Before I could reply my Mom stomped over to my stereo and shut off the power and my room was instantly plunged into silence, at that moment I felt like someone had torn my heart out of my chest.
"What are you doing?!" I cried and leaped off my bed making a desperate lunge for my stereo, but my Mom got in my way. "Move!" I demanded.
"No more music," my Mom said. I knew she was very angry. "It's almost ten o' clock, enough is enough," she said.
"This is my room, I can do what I want," I said.
"This maybe your room, but this is my house and as long as you live in my house you have to follow my rules," she said.
I could not help but roll my eyes and cross my arms over my chest.
"Are you even listening to me?" she asked.
"Yeah, I hear ya, god," I said, with a sigh. "Look, I'm done with all my homework and now I just want to listen to my Rock music, what's wrong with that?" I asked.
"What's wrong is that you have the volume cranked up so loud I can feel the whole house shaking," my Mom said.
"That's how you to listen to Rock music," I explained. "You're not just supposed to hear it, you need to feel it too," I said.
"Maybe you do, but not me," my Mom said.
"Ugh fine," I said knowing this was just another argument I was not going to win. "I'll use my headphones, will that make you happy?" I asked garbing them from my dresser.
"No, I don't think so," she said.
"Why not?" I asked.
Without saying another word my Mom held out a piece of paper to me and I already knew what it was, it was my High School Report Card, two B's, two C's, and three D's.
"So?" I asked innocently.
"So, this is your worst Report Card yet," she said.
"I'm in the 12th grade," I said, "Things are a lot harder now."
"What you need to do is buckle down and put your nose in the books and stop listening to this Rock music," my Mom said sternly. "I think it's rotting your brain or something."
"I'll do better next time, I promise," I said sincerely.
"I know you will, Ari," my Mom said, "because until you go back to making As and Bs, no more music."
"What!" I practically yelled.
"You heard me," she said calmly, "all this time you spend listening to that music is distracting you, you're 18, you're not a child anymore and it's time to you started taking life seriously," she added.
"You can not take away my music," I said through clenched teeth and closed fist's, I could literally feel this rage boil up inside of me.
"It's for your own good," my Mom insisted.
"But my music is who I am," I said, "It's apart of me, apart of my soul," I added.
"Well your soul will have to do without it for a few weeks, and that is the end of this discussion," my Mom said and left my room.
I stood there in complete shock for a couple of seconds, finally, the realization that my music was gone hit me in the face like a ton of bricks and I fell back onto my bed. How could my Mom do this to me, how could she take away my music, the last time I felt this bad was when my cat died from getting hit by a car three years ago. Since then, it was hard enough for me to find something that made me happy, music had done that for me, it had brought me comfort, hope, and inspiration, it had given me a reason to live and now my Mom had taken that away from me, just for some stupid grades no one would even care about, I felt like I wanted to crawl under a rock and die.
"Oh my god I love Jax Knight," Amber Cortez gushed.
"I know," Tiffany Michelle agreed, her eye's focused somewhere miles away. "Sometimes I feel like he's singing to me and me only," she added.
The three of us were gathered in the courtyard just outside our school's cafeteria, lunch was almost over, with a good ten minutes left before our next class, we had gotten together to listen to Jax's new album on my friend Tiffany's phone.
"Hey, how about we go to your house after school and listen to the rest of it together," Amber suggested to me.
"Yeah, you've like got the best stereo in this town, period," Tiffany agreed.
"Can't," I said, "My Mom still won't let me listen to music, she says it's rotting my brain."
"So unfair," Tiff said. "I wouldn't let her get away with that."
It was good having friends like Amber and Tiffany when things got bad for me like when my cat died, and when my parent's divorced. They were there for me, I could always count on them to support me in my time of needs.
"Look, we can just go to your house and listen," I said. "I'll just tell my Mom we're going to be studying."
"Sounds great," Amber said, happily.
"You know, parents are so stupid sometimes," Tiffany said.
"Like duh," I agreed and we all gathered our stuff and headed to our class when the bell rang and already my mind was racing to figure out way's to get around my Mom's stupid new rule.
I did spend that afternoon at Tiffany's house listening to the new Jax Knight album on iTunes, it was his best one yet and I couldn't wait to buy and download my own. I ran home that evening to get on my laptop and bought the album on my iTunes account with the money my Dad would give me, a parents divorces were not all bad sometimes. I would listen to Jax Knight's music between classes, during study hall, and lunch, I don't think my Mom had the slightest idea what I was doing, and even if she did, what could she do to stop me? I was 18 years old, she couldn't watch me all the time, Tiffany was right, parents are stupid.
Three weeks after my Mom established her 'no more music' rule, I was laying in bed trying to get some sleep for Tiffany's party tomorrow, but I couldn't, I'd spent every free minute of that day listening to Jax's music. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, but all I could hear was Jax's voice. I imagined myself at one of his concerts, standing in the front row and as I stood there totally paralyzed, he slowly walked toward me, his arm outstretched, his blue eyes blazing as he shared with me the most passionate music ever heard. I felt like I had been lifted off the ground and transported to another world with just me and him, BOOM!
I bolted upright in bed, startled by a blast of sound I could not identify, was it a thunder from a storm that had rolled in? Had there been some kind of an explosion? BOOM, BOOM! There it was again but this time I recognized the sound of a bang from a Rock and Roll kick drum, then the air exploded with the rest of the Rock and Roll instruments combined. I glanced at my bedside alarm clock and saw it was 3:15AM, I struggled to focus my eyes as I got up from my bed.
"Who the hell is playing music at this hour," I said.
The music felt like it was coming from my room, thinking that my stereo had turned on by itself somehow I walked over toward my dresser to check it out and I was shocked to see it was off and unplugged, this was not the source of the music. I went to my window and pulled aside my curtains and opened my window, the only thing I heard was the howling of the wind, if the music had been coming from another house it would have gotten louder, but the volume remained the same.
"Who's playing that damn music?" I asked aloud, it wasn't that I didn't like it, it was Jax Knight after all, but at three in the morning, even to me that was a bit much, even when I first heard his music and fell in love with it did I listen to it at this time? Now that I was wide awake, I left my room and headed downstairs to the living room, I thought that maybe my mom had figured out I had disobeyed her rule, that I'd been secretly listening to music and cranked up the stereo in the living room to teach me a lesson, but when I got to that stereo it was off and unplugged as well. It didn't make any sense to me at all, no matter where I went in the house it was like the music was following me, I hurried back upstairs in a panic and ran into my Mom's room.
"Ari? What is it?" my Mom asked awakened by my entrance. "What's wrong?"
It's that music," I shouted over the guitars and drums. "It woke me up."
"What music, Ariana?" my Mom asked.
"What do you mean, what music?" I asked in disbelief.
The volume now seemed even louder and I put my hand's to my ears just to hear myself think.
"Ariana, it is late and I really don't have time for this," my Mom said, her voice was like a whisper.
"You mean you really can't hear it?" I asked.
I was so scared that tears began to pour from my eyes.
"No sweetie," my Mom said, "What do you hear?"
"Jax Knight's music!" I shouted, barely even to hear my own voice. "The music from his new album, it sounds like I'm standing next to a speaker! I can feel the fucking throbbing through my whole body!"
Just then, the awful and scary realization hit me, the music was inside me, it was just like I told my Mom four weeks ago that the music was a part of me, that it was apart of my soul, but unlike my stereo, my body had no off switch.
"Help me!" I pleaded as I dropped to my knees.
The music was even louder now, my ears hurt, my head felt like it was about to explode and my brains would be all over the floor. My mom was on her feet now, she was saying something but I could not hear her or make it out the words she was saying.
"Mother, please make it stop!" I cried.
I squeezed my eye's shut trying to shut down whatever was happening to me by force, but the music was too powerful, it had taken complete control of my body and there was nothing I could do, but let it sweep me up and take me to a place of complete madness.