Tune

Three seconds of silence, a new song starts playing on the head-unit. The 
drivers wracked nerves felt slightly eased as the tune started rolling.
... o/~ a little sunshine ... o/~
The right foot eased up off the pedal, the car slowed down to a more legal
speed range, his breathing became more even.
... o/~ it's all I wanted.. me and you o/~
As the song progressed a strange feeling of elation crept up the drivers spine
a warm sensation of happiness. He realised he'd stopped dreading the meeting
he was headed for, a bank meeting, those were never good. Reflecting on the
upcoming meeting, which he sped towards with efficiency, did not revoke his
warm feelings inspired by the tune playing. How strange yet wonderful? The
thought that perhaps this song was quite special crossed his mind. That maybe,
just maybe, this was no ordinary song?

Arriving at the bank, the warm feelings remained, and waiting in line to see
his service representative the tune kept playing in his head, ironing out any
creases of stress which tried to form. Number 573, estimated waiting time 0
minutes, why do these estimates never even come close? A waste of ink the
driver thought.

A digital bell chimes, and a small black screen with a red dot matrix changes
it's number from 562 to 573. A pregnant woman and her husband stand up from the
desk directly below the black screen and walk away looking content. The driver
approaches the desk, says hello to the service representative, and with warmth
in his heart conducts his business with the bank. To his great surprise the
meeting goes well, and as he's about to leave feeling secure and content, he
catches a glimpse of stress on the service rep's brow. The tune still playing
in his head, he gets a strange idea, no not an idea, an urge, an urge to let
the woman hear the song. Think rationally he thought to himself, don't waste
time with nonsensical crap like soul healing songs, they don't solve problems.
Yet he could not tear himself away just yet, and stalled for a few minutes
trying to find ways to word what he was thinking, yet fighting the impulse to
speak of the tune. Without knowing he'd started to sing the songs lyrics to
himself in a very low voice, however he contained his urge to speak of it.

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A clock strikes 17:30, a middle aged woman is leaving a 4 story building in a
small commerce cluster in a suburb. The world feels heavy on her shoulders as
she walks towards her car in the parking lot, the wind easily penetrates her
impractical jacket, she quickens her pace. Turning the key, the radio springs
to life, with the familiar voice of a less than charismatic disc jockey, which
introduces the next tune which is coming up. The tune starts off quickly and
has an uplifting beat, the chorus sounds vaguely familiar she thinks, is that
the song the young man was singing to himself earlier.. yes maybe it is? She
could feel the song lifting her spirits slightly, unusually even. As it
progressed she felt a warm safe feeling slide over her, and her mind started
to wander, she started thinking her last vacation, and then her plans for her
next vacation. For the first time in months she looked optimistically to the
future, she didn't feel lonely, but free, free of a loveless marriage. The
realisation hit her, that for the first time since her husband left her, she
viewed it positively, after all, he hadn't really loved her in years she
supposed, now she was free to pursue real happiness, what luck she thought.

The tune slowly came to an end, and right before it was over, she gave a quick
thought to the possibility of a tune having some healing powers, but promptly
dismissed it, but the thought prevailed in the back of her head as she drove
home, especially since the tune echoed on in her mind, and the warm feelings
it induced stayed there.