Writing influenced by the music

During my writing sessions, our lecturer comes up with various ideas to make us write something completely out of our comfort zone, something new, experimental and fun. A few weeks ago we were talking about music in writing, how it can influence the way we write and what do we write about. So our writing session ended up with listening to different songs while writing.
That's the piece I wrote that day influenced by Jay-Z 99 Problems, Dolly Parton Train Train, Mozart Prelude in C minor, BANKS Underdog, Taylor Swift (whatever stuff that was, I don't even care), Hole Violet. Eeeeennnnjjjjoooooyyyy.

No such thing can be explained easily. They'd be better off without, he was more than sure about that. Strange voices in his head were not even similar to his. The sound was so unfamiliar and irritating. 
She, on the other hand, was sure that it was a great idea. Leaving the city with a few dollars in her pocket, enough for gas expenses but not that much to be able to afford even one night in a motel.
Her mother wept and sobbed up till she drowned in her own sorrows. Her only daughter left with no goodbyes and no excuses were made for this horrible behavior. How one can leave the sick mother to die on her own. The body was found in the nightgown wet with tears, splattered with blood as she coughed the red liquid with her every word. Or was that just ketchup stains from her morning sandwich? I guess we'll never know, though we already know more than the daughter. We know that the mother is certainly dead. 
He was supposed to be happy. In the back of her car, looking for a map and a penny or two, just enough to buy bagels on the road. But it was nothing as he imagined it to be. Her voice squeaky, sick with excitement which he just couldn't handle.
If he kills himself that would rather be a mercy more than anything else. 
But he kept smiling and trying to enjoy their own little journey. They had no idea where they'd end up. But at least he could finally sing along to one song on repeat and eat bagels for dinner and stay up till 4 am. He was free but felt as if imprisoned. 


Why u do me lik dis internet? Seriously, guys. Chrome is fucking with me lately turning itself off while I'm in the middle of writing a huge ass post. I don't even remember what I was going on about in this paragraph. Feel my frustration guys by enhanced bad gramma and fcked up spellinzzzzzzzz. But anyways. Back to the important stuff. After writing short thingies to different types of music we were supposed to pick our favorite one and elaborate it. Sooooo there you goooo:

She, on the other hand, was sure that it was a great idea. Leaving the city with a few dollars in her pocket, enough for gas expenses but not that much to be able to afford even one night in a motel. This was her own, personal journey and money can't help if the aim is to find out who you really are - at least that was her opinion. With one bag filled with clothes and sanitary stuff and the other two packed with food, she was ready to embark on her great journey. All alone. Just her, her thoughts and her favorite CD playing the same five songs on repeat. And a map, obviously, although she has never learned how to read a map, it seemed right to take one. Car keys, checked, gas money, checked, map, checked, food, checked, another bag, checked, glasses, checked, license... Oh yeah. Driving license. She didn't really want to leave that particular day. And yes, she did remember that one needs a driving license to drive a car, or at least one needs to know how to drive a car. But who said you can't plan ahead? She'll get back to it when she is 16. Right after getting the license.