Stay True: A Memoir (Pulitzer Prize Winner)

by Hua Hsu

I finally felt in my body how music worked. A chorus of nonbelievers, channeling God. A harmonic coming together capable of overtaking lyrics about drift and catastrophe, a song as proof that people can work together. We would sit in the parking lot until the song ended. The donuts weren’t very good, but at least they provided a destination for our moving choir. We were sharing something, a combination of delirium and fraternity.