She was a bad driver, always had been. Sometimes she would sing along with the radio when her favorite song came on (and they were all her favorite songs) and then the music would get to her and she would dance, grooving in her seat, until suddenly the light had changed and the people behind her were honking, leaning on their horns until she could hear them, just barely, over the music that she had turned up in what seemed an attempt to deafen herself. She loved music. She was music.
One day, though, one day she was alone at the light, and she stopped and grooved and forgot all about her midnight cruise to retrieve something from the grocery store before it closed. Suddenly, four songs later, it was quarter before one and she was embarrassed, sitting alone in her car, surrounded by the dark. She turned her music down, pulled away.
It was all about moderation, you see. She could dance if she needed to, she could express herself in that way, but she couldn't totally escape the confines of life and live in a club within her car. She had to do other things, to explore. It is necessary that we all wander the great outdoors, and learn about others as well as about ourselves. Deafening oneself by drowning in one's own music only makes it harder for everyone to understand each other. We must reach out, as well as reach within.
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