The Devil Wears Prada is no longer playing on our radio. Instead of intense music, Christopher Drew spouts out songs about cliché situations. The phrase “that word just wears me out” constantly repeats itself, wearing me out.
As I place my USB flash drive in my computer, fresh with music Kyrk downloaded last night, the first band I notice is The Devil Wears Prada. Closed Casket Requiem forever repeating itself on my computer and in my head. As the sound reverberates out, the first memory that comes to mind is of that blazingly hot summer day. While I’m driving down Clem Lowell Road, you ask if I have any of The Devil Wears Prada. “Yes”, I reply. Closed Casket Requiem is the first song chosen. The car tires fresh with air, lackadaisically bounce up and down the hills, while the windows slowly warp due mainly to the heat. The car is full of hot air and music as, for the last time, I drive down that familiar road to your favorite store, Walgreens.
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