My favorite hobby is playing the guitar—yeah, that wooden instrument with six strings that sings when you strum or pluck it. I’m that quirky Black alt girl hunched over it, fingers fumbling, then flying, chasing the perfect note like it’s running from me. Learning chords, feeling the vibrations buzz up my arms—that’s my kind of magic, my kind of therapy. And when a melody finally comes together, it’s like the whole room nods, “Yeah girl, that’s it.”