The gentle strum of the bass guitar ends the silence of the night with a soft yet deep note that brings consciousness to me. "Beautiful Morning With You" by the Pillows fills my ears like the soft sunlight filtering through the shades of my window, bringing light to my dark world. I am awake without effort. The light tapping of the cymbals dispels the ethereal world of dreams around me. The strum of the guitar strings come again insistently, pushing my eyelids slowly open as I find my way from the world of dreams. As I sit up at the edge of my bed, vision bleary, the clear vocals of the day-dreaming singer bring the daylight to full realization. A soft synthesized electrical guitar enters and plays a colorful melody, a musical representation of the dreamy haze slowly fading away. The vocalist’s voice rises in volume to match the swell of music pushing through the morning haze. My world speeds up and it's all a blur as I go through the motions of my morning routine paced by an energized vocalist backed by a frenetic guitar rhythm and fast-paced drums. The crashes of the cymbals pump pure energy through my veins, and my morning blazes by.
A harmonious clash and the last clear notes of the vocalist trail off and I suddenly find myself sitting on the transit, everything once again moving along at a tranquil pace, the guitar once again taking up its rhythmic strums that slowly push my day forward. I look outside at the passing scenery, bathed in the morning light. The ethereal sounds of a supporting guitar dreamily laze by like the slowly passing trees outside. The tranquil sound of the consistently timed guitar strums brings peace to my day. Before I know it, I arrive at my destination and I get off.
As my foot hits the ground the music picks up once again, and my life speeds up. In the quickened pace of my morning, all I catch are blurred moments, everything happening in fast-forward. Eating breakfast, greeting passing friends, walking through campus; everything is quick to come and quick to go. My movements seem pre-determined, everything moving too fast to discern the fine actions. The pace of my morning matches the quick pace of the darting drums, my spirits high as the elated singer continues his light-hearted melody. Classes, notes, lectures, everything I see happening I see but brief glimpses, all of it coming and going like the thumping of the bass drum. Before long, it's over, the song drifts off, slowly dissipating into silence, as my work day has. The slow release of the songs final notes find me walking outside once more, my classes have breezed by and now I'm free.
I thought to myself that perhaps it was time to brighten up my day. Before I realized it, I was at the coffee shop anxiously waiting for my order to arrive. And then, there it was my foaming liquid delight. I grip the cup in my hands and take my first sip. And there it was, a sudden rush came in, Caramell's "Caramelldansen" swooped in out of nowhere like the liquid energy...