“Back to life, back to reality…” sang the usually shy girls, Nadia and Kelly, sitting at the back of my class sharing a set of earphones. It was early June 1989, and I was twelve years old. Nadia was holding the cassette player, a white-colored Walkman that she had personalized with love hearts and a “Bros” sticker. Kelly somehow managed to clasp the end of her jumper in the palm of her hand whilst also holding the right ear-piece to her left ear. They were singing the same notes in unison, unaware that Mr. Arthurs had just walked in to take register. “ However do you want me ,” they continued, before Mr. Arthurs looked up and abruptly interrupted them: “Ladies, there’ll be none of that in class, please!” “Sorry, sir,” said Kelly, who looked a little flushed. Evidently, they had not realized how loud they had been. After a click of the stop button, Nadia sheepishly slipped the Walkman into her rucksack. A hush fell over the classroom for a couple of seconds until, finally, Nadia and Kelly just could not resist any longer. “ However do you need me… HOW! ” “Girls!” the teacher yelled.
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