From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The rhythmic *clack-clack* of my brother’s new Rook cards is the only thing cutting through the screech of the trolley car, but I’ve got that "School Days" tune stuck in my head so loud it’s driving me mad. Old men on the corner are braying about King Edward at Biarritz like it’s the only news in the world, their dry voices rasping over the newsies’ shouts until I just want to bolt. I’m itching to ditch this dusty street for the stage lights of the Ziegfeld Follies, where the music actually swings and things don't smell like wet wool and horse manure. It’s a bally bore listening to the hum of those new electric washing machines through open windows when there’s a whole world of noise I haven't heard yet.