Little crowds hop on the train as others exit it. The 4 seconds of pandemonium are over and we start to move again.
A black hooded figure takes the seat across from me. His head is faces the floor, and long, black hair hides this kid’s face. His headphones, unlike his personality, are neon colored, big and quite noticeably loud.
On a subway, or any other moving vehicle for that matter, there will always be a guy with his headphone volume on too loud.
The soft, steady beat coming out of this person’s head can be heard by anyone within a 10-foot radius. From what I observe, it doesn’t seem to bother other people; it adds to the New York Subway silence - that isn’t really silent at all actually.
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The Subway Symphony
Teen FictionSome people may not think very much of the New York subway. Maybe to most it is dirty, loud and a place where people show complete disregard towards personal space. To this unnamed observer, it is quite something else; a symphony.
