“Hold on,” I had Will pause the music as I pulled out a pair of my own headphones, V-Moda Crossfades. Slowly, gradually the pitch increased, borderline painful for my ears until, unexpectedly, the sounds all at once dropped, the bass becoming prominent. Porn vedio I tried and was never good at what people considered the “cool” instruments. The songs of troubled times, of troubled people are called the blues, a color. I knew this was the music for me almost immediately. I’m not saying I was able to whip around and greet people like I could read their minds, but if someone was coming, I’d be able to at least tell from what direction. Yellow was the color warmth, the sound of a summer tune. Because of this, music became very important to me, almost a medium that allowed me to see color. People often asked me when a song came out, who sang what, or what were the lyrics to a certain part. I loved it. In elementary, no one wanted to be associated with the “blind kid.” It didn’t bother me, because teachers were always there to talk to me and keep me company.
