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“I don't know. I mean, it's not all beautifully harmonic, this world we find ourselves in. Clearly. There's shit music, and sometimes the melody goes away completely. There's silence and dissonant chord that cringe your ears. But the synchronicity of a perfectly created chorus? And the fact that you never know when one is coming? And that amazing feeling, the first time you hear a song and now it's going to be with you forever?
I have to think that's worth everything.”
― Bill Konigsberg, The Music of What Happens

“Hit. The fucking. Bag. Jesus."

I hit it. Pretty hard. My bicep wobbles at contact.

"There ya go. Again."

I hit it again.

"Add a sound."

I hit it again, silent.

"Listen to me. Let the sound out, however it comes out."

I hit it again and emit this high-pitched squeal that would make me laugh if it didn't carry with it my entire broken heart. And Max doesn't laugh either.”
― Bill Konigsberg, The Music of What Happens