Chapter 1~The Emerald City
Music to live by: Northern Lights by Cider Sky
Want
to know why I ride the bus? The people. On the bus you can see a wide
range of people living various different lifestyles. Rich, poor,
young, old, married, single, Asian, Hispanic, White, Black, Indian;
all different. But my favorite part of riding the bus is trying to
guess what type of music someone might be listening to. Admit it, you
get on the bus and you immediately put on your headphones so you
don't have to interact with any “seedy” characters that might be
riding the bus. What is the definition of seedy? Everyone. Sure,
there are a few people who ride the bus that listen to the music
because they have a rehearsal or audition and they are freaking out.
But let's face it, you already know who those people are. They are
the ones that are doing small versions of dance moves, playing the
air violin, or mouthing the words to songs. People like me, but we
will get to that in moment. No, most of you just don't want to
interact with anyone. So I choose to interact with you, in my own
way. If you haven't ever played this game, let me tell you that you
are missing out. Think about it.
A business man walks onto the
bus in his three piece suit and looks flawless. He sits down across
from you and immediately puts in his headphones. Black, simple
earbuds attached to a fancy iPhone. Now at first glance you think,
“This guy definitely listens to classical or maybe some old school
Kenny G or even possibly Yanni.” But this guy, we shall call him
Evan, went to college. He had some crazy times and oh, no wedding
ring. So he still wants to attract the ladies and settle down. A guy
like that definitely doesn't listen to Yanni. So here is when I try
to figure out what he might be listening to. Mhm. Single, handsome,
professional, and has money enough to buy an iPhone. I need more
details. So I glance up from my hands and study dear Evan some more.
He isn't openly reacting to the music he is listening, but that's
when I see it. Instantly I know what type of music he is listening
to. Taylor Swift. Now you might be thinking, “No way! T-Swift is
for teenage girls, sensitive guys, and people who say that they like
country music but only like her.” Well that is where you have to
look outside the box. What I say when I looked at Evan there was a
slight sadness in his eyes. They weren't a sad, emotional, cut
yourself sadness, but just that whatever the singer was belting, he
could relate. Who better than Taylor? The thought makes me smile as I
tell Evan, “Don't worry, I will keep your secret. Want to go to a
concert?” Only not really. I only hope that one day he finds the
girl that won't break his heart and he can finally say, “You are
the best thing that's ever been mine.”
Time
to move on. YES! This next girl I can tell instantly the kind of
music that she is listening to. In walks a 5'8” brunette wearing
form fitting jeans, Toms, and a REI jacket. This girl is a hippie who
loves lives her life organically and shops at, yep, she is a carrying
a bag from Trader Joe's. Typical. First, let me say that there are a
ton of them in this city. I don't dislike them, but for people who
don't like fitting into a image, fit into a image. Anyway, she puts
in some green headphones. Good lord. She probably is wearing hemp
underwear and a diva cup (look it up). Cheryl, as she shall be known,
crosses her leg and looks out the window. Somehow she has managed to
get a window seat and hasn't acknowledge anyone. Cheryl thinks that
nobody knows her secret, but she is so very wrong. I know why she
looks out the window. She doesn't want anyone to find out the kind of
music that she is listening to because she is ashamed. Ashamed that
she wants to jump around every time she hears this. Ashamed that her
friends would judge her and tease her if they found out what she was
listening to. This girl, Cheryl, is in love with Lady Gage and Katy
Perry. She lives for 'Teenage Dream', 'Firework', and 'Americano'.
She cried when Katy sings about 'the one that got away' because she
knows exactly how it feels. Lady Gaga speaks to her and has taught
her how to love herself no matter what and that what you care about
matters. The Mother Monster is the whole reason that she started to
eat better and care more about what was going on in the world. Little
did Cheryl know that that lifestyle came with a persona that she felt
she had to fit. But despite all that she purposely takes long bus
rides so that she can listen to whatever music she wants and be
whomever she wants. So for Cheryl I smile and do a smile fist pump
for her because I too love Katy and Gaga. They rock.
Oh! My bus
stop! I gingerly step off the bus and begin my walk back to the
homestead. The day is bright and sunny which makes the colors of the
trees just, pop. I pass by people on their way to catch a bus,
walking their dogs, or bustling to their jobs in the local city
center. If one were to look at this scene through a snow globe you
could see that all the people look like dark blobs. After all it is
winter, who wouldn't dress in boring colors. Not me. Miss Lillian
Brighton. Lily or lil bright as some people refer to me. You see I,
in no way, fit into this drab world. I thought maybe I should try to
not stick out like a sore thumb, but I thought why? So today I am
sporting my usual attire. Hot pink hoodie, jeans, gold sparkly shoes,
and a purple Vera Bradley bag over my shoulder. In the middle of
January I am the brightest thing around and people definitely take
notice. They stare and think, “Doesn't she know that it is winter?”
“Of course I do! I just choose not to blend in.” Maybe it's the
fact that us Southern girls like to make statements or maybe its just
the simple fact that I like to stand out. Obviously thats what my
parents intended naming me Lillian Yvaine Brighton. A name like mine
could only mean that the child is either going to be a princess or is
destined to always stand out.
Now
I come to my favorite part of my walk. As I walk up the hill to my
house, or at least for the time being, I see the path of trees that
lie ahead. Part of my fascination with coming to this strange,
artistic, and colorful city was the trees. Honestly I could lose
myself in a forest and be perfectly content. I dream of laying in a
field full of flowers, or lay by a stream in the middle of forest
filled with moss and tall, tall trees. Until I build my dream house
with all my millions, I will have to settle for this beautiful tree
lined road. As I ascend the road a cool breeze blows through my hair
and the forrest of pines and evergreens enclose on me. I pause for a
slight moment to take in my surroundings. Everything around me seems
absolutely magical. So I switch my iPod to a upbeat song that has a
magical lilt and I start the dance down the path. Yes, dance. Why
not? There is nobody around at this time of the day and our road
isn't exactly I-5. As my feet hit the dirt road that is our
drive-way, a smile spreads to my face. My current accommodations is
with a family of one of my super good friends. We have known each
other practically since birth even though we never lived near each
other. Our moms went to college together, so we have been seeing each
other at reunions ever year. So when I told them that I was making
the move, they opened their doors wide.
Speaking of my guy pal,
he also has a ridiculous name that we often bond over. Beauregard
Vladimir Scott. I know, ridiculous. We all just call him Beau. I
guess our parents thought that it would be grand if both their kids
had names that made them sound like we were important. It made us
laugh on endless occasions. Of course we swore that when either or us
got married we would name our kids something like Bob or Ann. Simple
and unpretentious. Then they would take over the world. Finally I
make it to the front door and I walk inside the house only to be
greeted by silence. Pure, simple, silence.