Eyes watering, I sit down on the scarlet cushion to retrieve my breath. Why is everyone always fighting? Why can’t we all just be happy? I shakily pick up my violin and play. After a few minutes I put it back down. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t concentrate. Why is everything so hard? Everyone is always annoyed with each other. It’s horrible. I try to block out the shouting by listening to music. I love music. It’s the one thing that’s always the same. People change. People who used to be your friend can turn on you. Music doesn’t. No matter how old it is, music stays the same. Your taste might change, but the music doesn’t. I think that’s why I love it so much.