Music Makes Friends(This is in the Readers P.O.V. but I gave her the name of Amaya, for a small purpose later on in it.)
“Dubstep and pop are NOT the same!” You yelled to your friend, storming up the steps to your house.
“Well *I* can’t tell the difference!” She yelled in reply as you go inside, slamming the door behind you.
You watched her through the window as she walked home. You scoffed in annoyance, heading up to your electronically decked out room. Plopping on the bed, you looked around and sighed. Speakers and gaming systems littered very available counter space, and you could barely see your wall through the mess of music singer posters plastered all around. Getting up, you wrote your ‘saying of the day’ on the whiteboard bubble dots on your wall, and your ‘songs of the day’ on the chalkboard bubbles. You turned off the main light and turned on the black light, casting an eerie black haze over everything, and causing the neon around the room t