You know how I tend to rant about the Billboard when I come up with a possible song for the non-existing soundtrack of my non-existing motion picture, so I'm just going to mention the song and start with this chapter. But you have to understand that if the movie (or the show, I don’t know; I’m open to discussion) were real, I'd like the people involved in the production to choose the songs thinking not only about something to fit the scene but also something with a lot of hidden meanings in the names, the dates and so on. Something a little bit more elaborated. And less commercial.

Anyway, by the time we shared the article about the name of the second instalment of The Hobbit being now The Desolation of Smaug, they were already so busy and involved with their respective studies that they didn't care that much about another dumb coincidence about my immortality thing—but I went all into this full philosophical mode, motherfuckers. And there I was, thinking about what had just happened, googling things and writing down new theories and questions about my condition...

Oh, wait! The music. Duh.

For this scene, I see another montage with my notes all over my room like a conspiracy theorist, and me smiling at them—laughing so much for the first time in my life that my face got numb while trying to decipher what was going to happen. Trying to predict the future and how my friends and I were going to end up living together, and who was this ballerina I was going to date.

So, for the music, I'd like one very crazily fast jazz like John Coltrane's sax on his interpretation of Irving Berlin's Russian lullaby.

"But what about the music industry on the thirty-first of August?" you ask.

Well, that day Taylor Swift uploaded a music video which positioned her on the Billboard charts for around a week. The song was fuc...

Oh.

It was We are never ever getting back together.

Fuck. That unexpectedly hurt a lot.

You know what? Use that goddamned song. It would make quite a sick joke.

Like... ever.

So, there I was thinking about what had just happened, googling things and writing down new theories and questions about my condition, but after some hours of deep thinking and a couple cups of coffee, I had a revelation.

Maybe I saw the future, yes—but it was a paradox or some shit like that, you know? Like maybe I had to see that so I'd feel inspired to grow as a person and to do my best every day so I could have everything that I saw—my flat with my mates, my small concert with my own pieces, my ballerina. Besides, I had... what? Like a whole year to make it happen? Four more months before New Year's Eve and, oh my dear 2013, I was so ready to Rock you like a hurricane, to Shake your foundations, to... continue using song references and make it happen.