I've been reborn twice in my life.
The first time, I was accompanied by my family's vintage stereo system and a dusty collection of one hundred CDs.
With significant effort, I took a CD from the shelf, inserted it into the stereo player, and hit play.
I closed my eyes.
I laid down on my parents' bed.
The sound of anticipation was silence.
The music started, and around the five-minute mark, I felt a burning sensation in my chest.
As a bit-by-bit emotional explosion unfolded inside me,
I stood up gently and heard my heart progressively roar: " Ba—dum, ba-dum, badum."
I felt like gasping for air and in awe of all of it,
I cried.

Since then, I've sought to discover, question, understand, and practice the art of storytelling using sound as my medium.