“When I loved myself enough, I would sometimes wake in the night to music playing within me.”

“I find myself daydreaming about him when I wake up in the morning, in school when something reminds me of him, and when I fall asleep at night”

“I wake in the night. Or sometimes I don't wake in the night. It hardly seems to make a difference.”

“I never get enough of the adrenaline rush of hearing good music played live and played loud like this. Hearing these songs again snatches me out of the day-to-day and helps me forget all the things I usually waste my time worrying about. As long as the music's playing I don't have to do anything except listen, relax, and enjoy myself.”

“Sometimes, when I wake up at night, I feel invisible hands weaving my destiny.”

“Then I played the song that hides in the center of me. That wordless music that moves through the secret places in my heart. I played it carefully, strumming it slow and low into the dark stillness of the night. I would like to say it is a happy song, that it is sweet and bright, but it is not.”