From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The static on my boombox finally clears just as those flute trills from "Down Under" kick in, making me crank the volume until the bass rattles my bedroom window. Mom is downstairs shouting about the morning news and some double-dealing in the Middle East, but I just drown her out with the beat while I lace up my high-tops. I’m supposed to be saving my allowance for one of those fresh new Motorola phones, but at over a buck a gallon for gas, my junker is eating every cent I have. As if I’m actually going to waste my Saturday listening to her lecture; I’m heading to the theater to see *Tootsie* again before the grody winter slush ruins my suede jacket.