Chapter 7
Music is a universal language. Lyrics don't need to be in a certain language for someone to understand. There's usually a relation between rhythm and message; notes and mood; beat and feeling. It's almost as if every guitar cry and bass groan spoke directly to the soul and decipher every word onto the brain.
Almost.
Every once in a while, there are songs created with images, with merchandise, unreachable for the human ear. Beauty replaces music. Beauty replaces lyrics. Beauty deceives the senses; IF it looks good, it Must sound good.
Nowadays, what defines beauty are media. Magazines, television, advertising. Beauty used to represent cultural diversity.It was the ultimate value of each culture's ideology, traditions, and history. But times have changed. Standards are international. How could music celebrate diversity when it is gone?
Kenny and Willow faced each other every day... even when the other wasn't there. It is clear that people are fragmented throughout the world in other people. Some have the same hair, the same musical taste, the same eyes, the same nose, the same height, the same weight. But still, none is identical to anyone else. Uniqueness builds on how those fragments are united and the result of it. Love builds on one person seeing those traits in another one, the other's oddness. So how can music and beauty, both subjective, be translated into every single culture? How can someone understand love in a world full of clones?
What once was bliss, is now their curse. Everywhere, they're reminded of the love they have and how intangible it is: never within their reach, but always on their skin.
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