From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The hiss of my walkman is drowning out the news on the kitchen radio about some Reagan landslide, but I can still hear the synth-heavy beat of "Lady" echoing from the street. I’m tugging at my neon leg warmers, checking my perm in the hallway mirror before we head to the theater to see *Private Benjamin* for the third time. Goldie Hawn is a total riot, and that classic jumpsuit looks so fresh it makes me want to join the army just for the fit. Between the clicking of my Rubik's Cube and the roar of a passing Trans Am, it feels like the whole world is buzzing with a loud, electric tension.