From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Sound
The hiss of my Walkman batteries dying is a total buzzkill, but George Michael’s "Faith" is still booming from every passing car speaker, that steady tambourine beat bouncing off the slushy curbs. I'm standing outside the theater, the muffled laughter from a showing of *Three Men and a Baby* leaking through the doors while some suit yells into a payphone about a Pennzoil deal and power lunches. The air smells like cheap gas and wet wool, and honestly, the screech of city buses is making my head spin. It is totally loud out here, but at least the rhythm of that drum set keeps me moving through the crowd.