Oreo
It was an unspoken rule. It didn't have to be written down or bulleted into a list, everyone just knew. There were things you should do and things you shouldn’t do. And I knew, knew that its was one of those things you shouldn’t do. No one had to tell me, I just knew and because of that I kept it hidden. I remember walking past Hot Topic at the mall and gazing longingly at the countless band tees of all my favorites, the faces of Cobain, Urie, Gaskarth, etc., asking me to buy their merchandise. But I would just turn away and tell myself it’s not for me as I walk to Foot Locker to buy snapbacks and Jordans. Despite all these social restrictions, I let nothing stop me from listening to the music I love, even if it had to be in secret.
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I smile and nod, pretending to know what she was talking about...I don't even like Nicki Minaj. “Yeah, it was pretty good, not my favorite though...so how do you wanna draw this?” I ask, wanting to change the subject quickly. She goes along with it and soon enough we are diligently working on our drawing. Not even twenty minutes later, the quiet of the classroom is broken by relatively loud rock music, the harmonies of bass, electric and drums melding into beautifully chaotic noise. I recognized the song immediately, “Storm in a Teacup” by Red Hot Chili Peppers, one of my favorites. Everyone stops what they’re doing and slowly raise their heads, swiveling around to determine where the music was coming from, so do I. Within seconds I realize it and my heart stopped. I felt my breath catch in my throat as my hands immediately clammed up. It was like being put in the spotlight before a crowd of millions . Everyone turned to look at me as they come to the same realization. Frantically I reach into the pockets of my sweatshirt in a flustered attempt to shut off my iPod which i must have somehow triggered into playing. By the time i managed to get it pause everyone was staring at me, a look of amused judgement on their faces. The silence is broken my Julian, the golden boy of the class. “ What was that?” He asked, the ridicule ever present in his voice. I heard snickers and
It was an unspoken rule. It didn't have to be written down or bulleted into a list, everyone just knew. There were things you should do and things you shouldn’t do. And I knew, knew that its was one of those things you shouldn’t do. No one had to tell me, I just knew and because of that I kept it hidden. I remember walking past Hot Topic at the mall and gazing longingly at the countless band tees of all my favorites, the faces of Cobain, Urie, Gaskarth, etc., asking me to buy their merchandise. But I would just turn away and tell myself it’s not for me as I walk to Foot Locker to buy snapbacks and Jordans. Despite all these social restrictions, I let nothing stop me from listening to the music I love, even if it had to be in secret.
It …show more content…
I smile and nod, pretending to know what she was talking about...I don't even like Nicki Minaj. “Yeah, it was pretty good, not my favorite though...so how do you wanna draw this?” I ask, wanting to change the subject quickly. She goes along with it and soon enough we are diligently working on our drawing. Not even twenty minutes later, the quiet of the classroom is broken by relatively loud rock music, the harmonies of bass, electric and drums melding into beautifully chaotic noise. I recognized the song immediately, “Storm in a Teacup” by Red Hot Chili Peppers, one of my favorites. Everyone stops what they’re doing and slowly raise their heads, swiveling around to determine where the music was coming from, so do I. Within seconds I realize it and my heart stopped. I felt my breath catch in my throat as my hands immediately clammed up. It was like being put in the spotlight before a crowd of millions . Everyone turned to look at me as they come to the same realization. Frantically I reach into the pockets of my sweatshirt in a flustered attempt to shut off my iPod which i must have somehow triggered into playing. By the time i managed to get it pause everyone was staring at me, a look of amused judgement on their faces. The silence is broken my Julian, the golden boy of the class. “ What was that?” He asked, the ridicule ever present in his voice. I heard snickers and