Wake-up Call

The drama: Earphones in, and I'm in my own perfect world.

There's something about those cliche statement shirts about music that make them more meaningful than the occasional plastic portrayal of those posers wearing them. As I put my iPod on shuffle, I allow myself to play different roles in my mind, set by bizarre moods every tone brings. In my mind it's always an MTV award-deserving music video, starring me. When my earphones are plugged, I am my own it-girl on a pedestal, the leading lady of my college crush (aka my boyfriend's classmate), a supermodel walking on Victoria's Secret's sacred runway, an elegant dancer whose moves will make your jaws drop the same way Step Up does. All the things I can never be, I become when I unite with my playlists. Sometimes I wish, I never have to take my earphones off again. Because the silence that separation brings, is my huge wake-up call. It's when reality pierces through your dreams to violently burst your bubble. But the moment is inevitable, at some point I'll be back to being this girl again. Average. Capable of sinking into oblivion.

(Photo by Gerard Pye)