Max let the flow of the music echo through the Music room. As a child, he would always listen to music, learn to dance so he could keep his mind off of the pain his father had brought upon him. Music, dancing, was a way to distract his mind, focus only on the music and feel what mood the music set. His movements were practically flawless, as if he practiced forever. It was his way of letting his mind feel as ease.  It was all he could do really. To ease the pain and damage that his father caused him, that damage that would stay with him forever. Forever would he never feel true happiness, sadness, anger, love. The emotions he would express, but he could never internally feel them. It was as if showing but not feeling.<br/><br/>The song soon ended and another song played, which Max started to listen to the tune for a moment. He identified the song and started the next<a class="postlink" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8kyG5tTZ1iE">dance</a>to it. What more could a wounded soul like him do? Kill himself like everyone else in life did when their life was Hell? Sure, he could have, but he was a strong fighter at that too. He found ways around his troubles. Loopholes if you will.