I was in seventh grade. It was lunchtime at school and I stood in a circle of friends (there were about six of us), talking about music. “What bands do you like?” the friend across from me asked. She asked the whole group–not me specifically–and I remember being glad about that. I wanted to hear what everybody else said before I chimed in. I wanted to make sure I said something that would fit in. And I remember having a strange realization as I stood there silent, that I didn’t even know what music I liked. After another girl answered, I parroted …
