MR.
BRIGHTSIDE.

It starts with a guitar line you could recognize from the other end of a crowded room.

Maybe it was playing in the back seat, windows fogged up on the way home. Maybe someone put it on at a party just as you were about to leave, and suddenly you stayed for one more song.

That was the thing about this one. It wasn't just a song you listened to. It was a song that found you — on burned CDs, through cheap earbuds, across dance floors, and in every late-night moment that felt bigger than it was.

“Some songs are less like memories and more like places you can go back to.”

You hear those first few notes now and the years fold in on themselves. You're there again. Whoever you were, whoever you were with, whatever you thought would last forever.