He had a sort of ritual before he flew. He sit in his seat and listen to music. Before he wouldn't drink any coffee, and just some water. He had to make sure he peed before. And that he had snacks with him. Even if he didn't eat anything, it helped. Its not like he flew a lot, he would with his brother mostly to visit his Grandma in Florida. Every time they went there he'd listen to the same album, a sort of compilation he'd made awhile ago. Or did Michele make it. He didn't know, now in spotify he'd re made it himself.
He was pretty sure at least, about the ones in the middle the last songs, he didn't know, but he'd often just play the ones he liked. Skipping back and forth.
When he flew with his brother they didn't sit next to each other, they sort of had their own things. His brother liked to talk a lot more. Asking people they sat next too how they were, what did they want out of life. Too many questions he felt.
So now he was on the plane and the first song was starting. He could relax.
He was pretty sure at least, about the ones in the middle the last songs, he didn't know, but he'd often just play the ones he liked. Skipping back and forth.
When he flew with his brother they didn't sit next to each other, they sort of had their own things. His brother liked to talk a lot more. Asking people they sat next too how they were, what did they want out of life. Too many questions he felt.
So now he was on the plane and the first song was starting. He could relax.