Prompt: let your character be inspired by music. It doesn’t have to be a specific song or genre, it doesn’t even have to exist anywhere outside your mind. Show us how your character reacts to a piece of music. It can advance a story line or provide a character sketch–or both! Okay, this is a prequel of this piece.
Andy slammed the door as he left for work; I actually sighed in relief. He was angry at me yet again, and I was glad to see his tiresome ass leave. The idea of being married to him was becoming less appealing by the second. I shrugged my shoulders and tried to relax.
It was Saturday morning.
I had no place to be.
I made my way into the living room, intending to curl up on the sofa and read. Instead, the stereo caught my eye. How long had it been since I listened to my own stereo? I turned it on, and automatically turned it up. The bass line filled my blood with a second heartbeat.
The world is my expense, it's the cost of my desire...
My hips immediately began to sway to the beat, and I bounced on the balls of my feet.
So raise your fists and march around...
I swung my head so that my hair whirled around me. I pumped my fists into the air and skipped around in time to the song. Nothing like a little Rage Against the Machine, I giggled, remembering days long ago. I sang at the top of my lungs, my heart finally ready to protest months of silence. I wasn't really sure what the band was protesting, but I didn't really care.
I am the Nina, the Pinta, the Santa Maria...
I danced around madly. I hadn't felt so electrified by music...well, since...Andy.
The music stopped without warning, cut off. I spun around, to find Andy had returned unexpectedly. He shoved my stereo off of the stand onto the floor, and we both watched it break with a shower of sparks.
"For God's sake, Zenna! You're not a child anymore," the scorn in his voice was acid. "Go put some clothes on and clean this mess up!"
I didn't move. Andy was used to my obedience; I was done with that.