Bring the house down
Shake the wall
Crank it so your voice is all
Make it happen
Make it real
Let the beat be all you feel
Latch the windows
Lock the door
Dance until you hit the floor
Your throat is raw
Your breath is gone
And still you're going on and on
Be the greatest
Be a pro
And help those music lovers grow.
Author notes
"If you really want to know something about me, you should know this: I like my music loud. I mean LOUD. I'm not talking the kind of loud where your parents knock on your bedroom door and ask you to turn it down. Please. That's amateur hour. When I say loud, I mean you-can't-hear-your-parents-knocking-and-the-neighbors-are-putting-a-FOR-SALE-sign-on-their-house-and-moving-to-another-block-because-they-can't-handle-the-constant-noise-anymore LOUD. You have to turn it up so that your chest shakes and the drums get in between your ribs like a heartbeat and the bass goes up your spine and frizzles your brain and all you can do is dance or spin in a circle or just scream along because you know that however this music makes you feel, it's exactly right."
~From "Audrey, Wait!" by Robin Benway
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