Make a Noise

I roll out of bed and jump in the car. Turn it on. Something light, airy, soft. It's still early.I'm too sleepy.  I get to the gym, walk in. There it is. The room is filled with it but not in an overpowering sense. I strap it to my arm and plug it in my ears. Something more upbeat is needed to match my pace on the treadmill.

Now i'm on my way home. There it is again. Basically the same as before. This helps me wind down, relax. Sometimes it floats in the room as the shower water falls, then again, sometimes the falling water is enough.

On my way to work. There it is again. I have arrived but wait! I can't turn the car off. Not just yet. This is my favorite part. Wait for it. Ah, yes. There it is. Beautiful.

I walk into work. Its the same as the day before, and before and before and before, but its familiar. It gives this place character and a sense of me a sense of belonging. If it weren't there it would be strange and foreign almost.  "I thought it was over but its not". "Should I give up or should I just keep chasin' pavements?" "When did you fall in love with me?" "You are the best thing" and so many other lines repeat themselves day after day making us servers feel like our work and daily tasks are all to a beat and part of some comedic music video.

The kitchen is filled with it the most. Not the soundtrack, but it, itself. Bits and pieces of various artists blaring from the toungues of those who need to let loose.

Out there we are smiling, meek and serving professionals. "Ladies and Gentlemen, serving Ladies and Gentlemen". In the kitchen we are Michael Jacksons, Britney Spears, Mary Poppins, Mother Goose, The Backstreet Boys and Jack Johnson. We don't care what we sound like because others join in and perform right by our sides. We get into it. We cling to an imaginary microphone and make the strings scream on the air guitar. It's everywhere. We even let loose in the dining room at times, either unaware of the guests nearby or completely neglegent of their being there.

We don't all like the same genre or style, but it is part of us all, nonetheless.

Some people use it to fuel their anger while others use it to calm down. Sometimes our footsteps are in rhythm to it and other times we complain about how much we hate this one or that.

 The sound of lip vibrations mimiking a trumpet filter from behind the glass rack in the dishroom and the guy on prep is headbanging and using spoons as drumskicks on the stainless steel countertop.

It is truly amazing how much of our lives it fills. Even when we don't realize it, it's there. Elevators, department stores, gas stations and even in the most private of settings, the bathroom.

I don't think I have ever met someone who just doesn't like it.

If our lives were drawn out into a pie chart, dividing all the elements that compile us, this would definately be a significant percentage and piece of pie in us all.

It's music.

Why not sing today? You would only be practicing for eternity.

Make a joyful noise.