The silence was overwhelming. Surrounded by instruments, but no music. In her mind, she played the tunes she had listened to growing up. Blue grass, rhythm and blues, and finally rock and roll.
She smiled as she pictured herself with her “portable record player”, the one that played 45’s and LP’s. She still loved the scratchy sounds of the needle cutting its way through the music and watching each record drop down onto the turntable. Vinyl had more character than the clean sounds of today’s CD’s.
How could she live without it? How long before she forgot?
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