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i can feel you dreaming of me
she dreams of the melody first.
julie molina walks through her waking life as normal, and when her eyes flutter closed there's a song in three-part harmony always floating through her mind.
well. maybe not through her mind--it almost feels like the song is her mind; it's not just something she's thinking of, in this dream world; it *is* the world. the notes swirl around her like fog and like wind, and the very sound pulses from her skin. it's as if she's a walking melody when she's here in her dreams. the music comes from the very core of her.
it's the most beautiful she's ever felt ever in her entire life.
for awhile it's just her, a melody humming on the breeze. and then one night: there's a counterpoint, bright and sharp, and it cuts through the fog like a beautiful burst of light.
i found you, it seems to say, a thread of pure joy pulsing through. i found you!
you found me, julie sings back, with her whole self.
another night there's a thrumming low rhythm instead, and julie knows it's not the same counterpoint as before. this feels like going for a walk on a sunny day, a bounce in her step and her heartbeat in her chest. it makes her feel like dancing, and she does, and the rhythm itself seems to grin somehow, and something else lights up inside julie like the pulse of fireflies on a summer night.
a lot of times the counterpoint melody and the rhythmic bass come together, and with julie they make the most beautiful sounds she's ever heard. a three-part harmony with chords that couldn't possibly be real, but the thing is.
the thing is.
now, when julie wakes, she's hearing music everywhere she goes. not on store radios, not in her earbuds, but something is humming along with her very life, and every day it's getting louder, more insistent. there's a melody, and bass, and even drums now too; entire songs unspooling in her mornings and in her nights.
flynn just says she's glad julie has her music back, after rose.
but julie knows that's not it. or at least, that's not all of it. something is coming to life inside her--something she thought was gone, yes, but also something she didn't know was there.
it happens one ordinary day. a tuesday, maybe, or a sunday afternoon, a soft slow day in the middle of january, but it's los angeles, so the sun is shining and it's a perfect day to walk along the shores of silver lake and daydream.
and then she hears it. hears them.
"i still think something is missing--"
"come on, luke, it's a good song, what could possibly be--"
"i just think--back me up here, reg--there's another vocal line, i just can't--"
julie's running. julie's spinning and running and there's a band on the boardwalk stage, three boys, bass and drums and guitar, and they're beautiful, and that melody in her soul rings so loudly she can't help but--
rise through the night
you and i
we will fight to shine together
the guitarist looks up first--his eyes are piercing and bright, and julie knows: it was his countermelody. it was his, and her heart sings.
the bassist, next, and his smile is familiar and warm as fireflies.
"oh, boy," the drummer finally says, and julie can't help but grin at him, too. he looks exasperated, but in a fond way, and when julie laughs it feels like a symphony in her chest.
"it's you," the guitarist says.
"i found you," julie says.
and when they all sing together it goes like this:
bright forever
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