[ WP ] You have a strange mutation that causes you to hear music in your head that gets more intense the closer you are to danger ( like a movie soundtrack ) . You 're walking in the mall when you start hearing a suspenseful beat .

I had a song stuck in my head again. Low drumbeats pound in my ears. Seriously?! I had just come into the mall to buy the new book in my favorite series. Why did these things always happen to me? On the bright side I had a bright career as a film scorer ahead of me. 
 
 I continued walking to the bookstore and the drums became louder and harder to ignore. I glanced at the people around me, looking for anyone suspicious. The drums beat faster and my heartbeat synced to them. The mall was filled with casual chatter as groups of loitering teens shared gossip and memes on their phones. They were trouble, sure, but not danger. 
 
 If this was a movie, at this point the sky would darken with a sudden storm. But through the skylight I could see nothing but blue, and the sun beat down through the glass onto the dull green tiles. 
 
 There was something going on here that I was n't seeing. Violins joined the drums. Was the danger in the bookstore? Bookstores were like the least dangerous place ever. But as I approached it, the music swelled. Nope. Not risking it. 
 
 As the music built to a shrieking crescendo, I veered off track and into the Subway across from the bookstore. A loud noise behind me made me spin around and almost trip over my feet. A light fixture had broken in the bookstore and set it on fire. I heard screaming, but the fire was spreading too fast and thick black smoke was filling the room. I better leave that to the professionals. I burst through the exits just as the fire alarms started shrieking. Thick black smoke trailed behind me until the doors slammed shut. The big windows that made up one wall of the bookstore exploded from the heat. I covered my ears and winced. The fire spread fast across all the dry paper. If I had entered the store, I would have been trapped. I pulled out my phone and called 911 to report a fire at the mall. Then I drove home. 
 
 Later that evening, I was sitting shakily on the couch, the shock of what happened having caught up to me. The cat rested his head on my lap and looked up at me with wide eyes, probably wondering why I smelled like smoke. Doing something I swore I would never do, I turned on the news. I had to know if anybody was hurt. I idly pet the cat as the TV clicked on. 
 
 Like a movie, the news story that showed up was exactly the one I was looking for. The fire department had been quick to arrive and everybody got out alive, though several people had severe burns and were being taken to the hospital. The fire was caused by a rat chewing a wire, and the wire had sent sparks down onto a nearby bookshelf. Strange, a lot of near-accidents I'd been in had been rat-related. 
 
 Then the back of my head appeared in security camera footage. I saw myself pause for a second, then head into Subway. A short time later, smoke spilled out of the bookstore's entrance. 
 
 They were calling it the weirdest coincidence they'd ever seen. I laughed and turned off the TV. I wondered if I would end up in one of those Weird Facts books. I had a shelf of them, because when I was younger I was always looking for somebody like me. I gave up on that a while ago.
