It's a simple ritual: as I walk out of my dorm, the earbuds go in; as I walk into my classroom, the earbuds come out. During the ten to twenty minutes it takes to get from the dorm to the university I travel in my own little world, carried away by whatever song I happen to be listening to at the time.
Today I happened to be listening to the opening notes of RuPaul's "Jealous of my Boogie" as I boarded the tram and sat down beside beside a man's foot. Thankfully after a few seconds he removed his foot from the seat just in time to answer his cell phone.
I turn up the volume until it looks like he's singing the lyrics into his cell phone.
I guess I have turned it up a little too loud from the look he gives me as he hangs up and replaces the phone in his jacket pocket. The tram announces "Faculté" in its typical tinny voice. Instead of feeling guilty and turning the music down, I give into the words: turn it up, let 'em scrutinize...turn it up, let me scandalize...don't be jealous of my boogie.
I leave the tram with a little extra boogie in my step, feeling this a victory of sorts.
Today I happened to be listening to the opening notes of RuPaul's "Jealous of my Boogie" as I boarded the tram and sat down beside beside a man's foot. Thankfully after a few seconds he removed his foot from the seat just in time to answer his cell phone.
I turn up the volume until it looks like he's singing the lyrics into his cell phone.
I guess I have turned it up a little too loud from the look he gives me as he hangs up and replaces the phone in his jacket pocket. The tram announces "Faculté" in its typical tinny voice. Instead of feeling guilty and turning the music down, I give into the words: turn it up, let 'em scrutinize...turn it up, let me scandalize...don't be jealous of my boogie.
I leave the tram with a little extra boogie in my step, feeling this a victory of sorts.
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