Eden didn’t like fireworks. Never had. It wasn’t the noise but the fact that once you’d seen one firework explode and shimmer it was the same for the second, the seventh, the sixtieth. A red firework wasn’t any different when you saw it ten minutes later. Same with a green firework or a purple firework or any other color. For Eden, fireworks got boring almost as quickly as they burned out.

And tonight, Eden had another reason to dislike fireworks: tonight was the city’s Fourth of July Fireworks Show which was great for the gobs and gobs of people who had come out to watch, crowding at fences, filling the sidewalks, and even spilling onto the street. It was awful for Eden and the many, many other people stuck out on the roads. Eden was driving home from work and was now stuck on a bridge in the middle of a jam. A bridge they’d been stuck on for about twenty minutes. Eden looked at the clock. No—thirty minutes. Eden sighed.

Eden turned on the radio. Crap. They pushed the button to scan and heard screaming. Eden looked outside. Some fireworks had just gone off in the distance--big fireworks-- and a girl was pointing and exclaiming to her group of friends. She was so excited. They were so excited. Eden smiled.

Oh.

Eden moved quick to stop the scan. This song. They loved this song. And it was on the radio?

This was good.