An intellectual exchange

Inside the car, the pitter-patter of rain on the roof blended into an unexpected remix of the song playing on the stereo. I pressed the arrowed button, cranking up the volume as Bono’s voice filled the car, belting out With or Without You.

Something in his voice stirred my own, and soon I was harmonising with the legendary rock star. My love for music demanded I hold nothing back, my face contorting with emotion as I sang along. But while I’ve always adored music, I’ve never been blessed with the vocal prowess of U2’s frontman—nor the raspy charm of Bob Dylan. Alone in the car, though, I could unleash my voice without fear, grateful there were no ears to offend but my own.