Time to start writing your fourth chapter. Before you begin, watch the videos below to get a sense of the narrative at the heart of ‘A Place For My Head’, one of Linkin’s Park’s most exciting songs. Right now, remember that you are in the equivalent of their rehearsal space!

  • MUSIC FOCUS: Inspired by the music of Linkin Park.
  • ACTIVITY FOCUS: Write chapter 4 of your story!
In rehearsals.
3 years, 9months later.
A few weeks before Chester Bennington died.


Chapter 4: Looking For An Answer

After ten minutes of chewing my pen, I eventually decide to start with when I was born.

My name is Daisy McCarthy and I will be sixteen on the 25th December. I have my birthday in common with Jesus and I guess I kind of resent him for it. I don’t know if Jesus actually existed. I hope he did; a lot of what he represents seems important to me. And anyway, I’ll be pretty cheesed off if I ever find out that my birthday’s been kind of overlooked each year because of some guy who wasn’t even real.

What next?

I glance around for inspiration. I look at the things I own. What do they say about me? I note the black nail varnish I’m wearing and the bottled of unopened sparkly stuff Mum bought for me in the hope that I might brighten myself up a smidgen.

I carry on writing.

I believe I’m a bit of this and a bit of that. I believe that my black nail varnish says something about me, but I also believe the fact that I love my mum for buying me glittery nail varnish I will never wear says something else. These little things add up to something bigger. I believe that.

I still don’t know if I’m doing the task right. I put my stereo on. Josh isn’t home yet, so at least I can play my music loud. When my brother’s here, he takes any opportunity to leap into my room and tell me that I listen to such depressing bands, that I’m so emo. The thing is, the music I listen to doesn’t ever make me feel bad – not the way he makes me feel bad, that’s for sure. A Faint December song comes on and I start writing again.

I believe in music.

I look at that statement and then change the small m to a capital letter.

I believe in Music.


Music transcends language. Every person on the planet can be connected through music. The sound of it, the beat of it. Faint December are my favourite band. I believe in them because they help me to believe in me.

Again, I read over what I have written. Does it make sense? Does Faint December’s music actually transcend language? How can it when the lyrics are so important?  Can those words make so much sense to someone in, say, Japan? Well, Faint December are massive in Japan, so I’m going to say yes.

If it wasn’t for the songs I listen to, I wouldn’t know that anyone else feels the way I do. When I don’t have a clue how to express myself, Ben Chester, the singer of Faint December, says what I want to. When I’m looking for an answer, I know he’s looking for one too.

For every moment of everything, there’s a song that helps me understand how I am feeling. And when I have problems, my favourite music helps me make sense of them. Most importantly, even at the moments I feel like there’s no one else around and that nobody can possibly understand me and that nobody ever will, the songs I listen to force me to recognise that someone does. Sometimes my life feels so cacophonous and I feel crushed by the density of it and I get so cross and crazy because I’m sure nothing like this could have happened to anyone else. But then I put a record on and I realise that’s not the case. I find my own story in songs that other people have written and I feel safer. More secure. More sane.

Which is why I believe in music.

Because it’s real.

I know it.

I’m living it.

By suppertime, Josh is home and we sit together as a family. As always, Mum makes us each talk about one thing that’s made us happy during the day. It’s the same every evening. We’re not allowed to opt out. Even Josh has learned that it’s worth finding something in the day to be pleased about. Sitting there and shrugging his shoulders won’t wash. He knows as well as I do to just get on and find something to be happy about. And Mum will know if either of us is faking. So there’s no point even thinking about making something up. Tonight, I tell her about my English class and Josh regales us with a story about how, after their P.E. lesson, his friends hid some poor boy’s clothes.

And so another day ends.

Have I done anything worthwhile?


Have I really earned the air I’ve been breathing in and out for the last however many hours?

Probably not.

But I’ve made it through in one piece. Which is something, I guess.


Write chapter 4 of your own story. You might want to consider the below…

Think about the kind of symbolism we started considering in chapter 2 (Daisy is repeatedly caught between two paths – in this case, the options are represented by the nail varnish, in chapter 2, it was the fruit and the Coco Pops).

Try using long sentences to represent your character’s spiraling mood and then follow with some short sentences that signify your character regaining control in some way. The long sentences feel hectic, the short sentences more composed. At the same time, look at how the harsh ‘c’ sounds match with the harshness of that hectic mood. Juxtapose this alliteration with the sibilance that then underlines the softening, soothing impact of the music.

Rewind and start your Faint December journey from chapter 1.