Sounds of rock n' roll streaming out of a speaker into headphones into my pulsating ears, eardrums beating back and forth, rockin', taking dancing steps, high kicks Russian-style, liking it all, lovin' it all, making music with my radio, a connection with others who are also listening too.
A radio to keep me company, tied around my arm, trippin', dippin', tickling me and causing stimulating sensations. A sound of melody, a sound of beating drums, percussion, bass and treble adjustments.
A tuner to change the stations, a memory to lock in the stations of your preference, loud screaming voices that yell out words to get attention, steppin' out, steppin' in, a great gratifying experience.
Disc jockeys sweetly talking into my ear, a familiar voice, a word meant to make my day more joyous, a star who loves to excite his/her audience, a lot of highs, a thrill just a radio station away.
Deep breathing and a rush, heart palpitations and tapping feet and fingers, a time to get involved, a time to listen and to be entertained, a time to have fun. My radio: my friend.
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