> **A Day in the Life**
You lay in bed. No thoughts. Nothing. If someone were to ask your name, it would even take you a second or two to rember that your name is {text input for: 'name'}
Static plays inside your brain, but it leaves a certain sense of peace. There was a time when you felt things so strongly, but not right now.
How does that make you feel?
{text input for: 'upset'}
[[Next->next2]]
> **The Show Must Go On**
Well, it actually dosent matter. You are an adult now, and adults just deal with it. So you get on with your day. Here is the schedule:
- 12:30 PM – Catch the bus to campus
- 1:30 PM – Lecture begins
- 4:00 PM – Class is over
- 5:00 PM – Attend another class
- 8:00 PM – Catch the bus home
You look at the clock and it reads: 12:22 PM - You gotta go! As it turns out, time still passes even if you are just staring at the ceiling.
You grab your coat, backpack, granola bar, and out you go. Oh, and can't forget the headphones.
But first... what is your musical choice for today?
{dropdown menu for: 'music1', choices: ['Pink Floyd', 'The Beach Boys', 'The Beatles']}
The bus arrives
[[tchhhhhh->In the bus]]
> **Ticket To Ride**
*{music1} starts playing*
You tap your compass card, nodding to the bus driver as you enter the bus. They don't acknowledge you.
"Oh well" you think to youself, not sure if you should feel embarassed or not. Keeping your eyes glued to the floor you make your way to the back of the bus where you take a seat.
After getting comfortable, your gaze is lifted from the ground and you notice the person sitting beside you.
It is {dropdown menu for: 'busperson', choices: ['Mr. Jacobs', 'The most beautiful girl you have ever seen', 'no one']}
[[next->Bus scene 2]]
[if busperson === 'Mr. Jacobs']
> **Now And Then**
"Is that... Mr. Jacobs?" you think to yourself. "Wow, he looks exactly the same as he did in 8th grade."
All of a sudden, many memories of Mr. Jacobs' 8th-grade Spanish class start popping into your mind. He was your favorite teacher.
As the little montage of memories plays in your head, you suddenly feel a tap on your shoulder, bringing it to a stop. For a moment, you are stunned by surprise, but then you take off your headphones.
"{name}? Wow, how are you?" he asks.
"I am doing well, Mr. Jacobs. How have you been?"
You spend the next 23 minutes of the bus ride talking with him. You tell him about how university is going and how you should be graduating soon, while he tells you about his retirement and how quickly his grandchildren are growing.
You smile the whole time, without even noticing it.
[[You get off the bus -> school]]
[if busperson === 'no one']
> **For No One**
As the beautiful melodies of your favorite {music1} song play, you look outside the window. After all, there is no one obstructing your view.
Today is particularly sunny for a mid-October day, and the light is shining through the glass onto your face. You close your eyes. As the sun's rays hit your closed eyelids, all you perceive is a warm orange glow that surrounds you. For a second, you are reminded of what it was like being in your mother's womb.
In that moment, the warmest feeling overcomes you. A deep sense of peace washes over you. "Maybe everything will be okay," you think.
[[You get off the bus -> school]]
[if busperson === 'The most beautiful girl you have ever seen']
> **I Want To Tell You**
Of course! All the decisions you've made up until this moment were leading you here. Everything makes sense now. You were supposed to have taken this bus, the 12:30 PM R4 headed to UBC—not the 12:15 or the 12:45 one. You had to be exactly here, right now, so you could meet this girl.
She is the most beautiful person you have ever laid eyes on, and wouldn't you believe it? She is reading a book titled *The Complete History of {music1}.*
"Wow, it must really be fate!" you tell yourself. "Should I talk to her? What would I even say?"
Unfortunately though, as you overthink the situation, the bus comes to a stop. Before you ever get a chance to speak to her, she gets up and leaves.
Even though it wasn't written in the stars today, the thought of this mysterious girl stays in your mind.
[[You get off the bus -> school]]> **Here There And Everywhere**
You go about your day as usual, but the memory of how you felt during that bus ride keeps coming back to you. It has a while since you felt that way.
At the end of the day you get home, and upon entering your room, you feel compelled to pick up your guitar. The feeling that has been lingering with you is like a spell. This enchantment causes a melody starts flowing out.
You are sure it is not of your own creation, the music is coming from elswhere. Could it be another dimension? It is as if it has always existed somehwere, waiting to brought into this reality.
You write a song titled: "{busperson}"
[[next->end]]> **Slipping Through My Fingers**
Writing this song reminds you of how much you love music, and how magical it is. You enjoy every second of it knowing these moments of inspiration or few and far imbetween. It can be days, weeks, or even months before you feel anything again.
[[Time passes...->404... ]]