With my own voice
Music's playing and I'm speaking out loud with a voice I've never heard before. A soothing, peaceful sound that belongs to me. It's entirely my own and in one way it's a relief to know that I can sound this calm, this cool. At the same time it feels wicked cause my voice is something more than just a hoarse sound.
Celtic Dream on the highest volume while my voice is resting for a while. For a second I'm scared that it all was an illusion, that it was just my ears playing tricks on me, my eardrum trying to fool me... So I'm trying to speak again - just to see if it's for real.
It's not a mistake but it wasn't entirely true. My voice is merely recognizable. It's still mine but it's unfamiliar now. With the support from the sound of bagpipes and violins, drums and choir it all comes clear. My voice is nothing without the sound in the background. I suddenly realize that I'm noting without the distractions around me.