People were music. Upbeat pop, angry rock, moody alternative, soulful jazz and everything in between, none exactly the same and none set in stone. My sister, for example, was a calming classical melody that sounded like something out of the classical period with echoes of swing in it. I know it sounds strange, but then again, we are talking about Liv. She hides it better now that she actually has another human being in her care, but she’s a charming weirdo. I just know.
I cocked my head as my eyes scanned the boisterous crowd of preschool children and their parents, trying to find one specific tune in the cacophony of sounds that was starting to hurt my head. I didn’t do well with crowds.
I was looking for my nephew’s springy acoustic gitar that always put me at ease. I adored Ben to pieces, and not just because of his music. However, I couldn’t make out the familiar tune, just as well as I couldn’t see a familiar russet coloured head, even though I was we