ᴍʏ ʀᴇal-lɪfᴇ thɪs ɪs spᴏtɪfʏ ᴊᴏuʀnᴇʏ
“what’s ʏᴏuʀ spᴏtɪfʏ dᴇcadᴇ?” thᴇ nᴏtɪfɪcatɪᴏn pᴏppᴇd. ɪ pausᴇd, pᴇʀplᴇxᴇd. thᴇn, lɪᴋᴇ a ʙᴏlt fʀᴏᴍ thᴇ ʙluᴇ, ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs flᴏᴏdᴇd ɪn. thᴇ ᴍɪxtapᴇs ɪ’d ᴍadᴇ fᴏʀ ᴍʏ cʀush, thᴇ latᴇ-nɪght studʏ sᴇssɪᴏns sᴏundtʀacᴋᴇd ʙʏ ɪndɪᴇ gᴇᴍs, thᴇ ʀᴏad tʀɪps fɪllᴇd wɪth sɪng-alᴏngs. thɪs wasn’t ᴊust a stʀᴇaᴍɪng sᴇʀᴠɪcᴇ; ɪt was ᴍʏ ᴍusɪc dɪaʀʏ, a sᴏundtʀacᴋ tᴏ a dᴇcadᴇ ᴏf lɪfᴇ’s tʀɪuᴍphs and hᴇaʀtʙʀᴇaᴋs. ɪt ʀᴇᴍɪndᴇd ᴍᴇ ᴏf hᴏw ᴍusɪc shapᴇs ᴏuʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇnts, lᴇaᴠɪng a lastɪng ɪᴍpʀɪnt ᴏn ᴏuʀ lɪᴠᴇs.
