Twenty-something Man #1: {bopping his head rhythmically to sounds that only he can enjoy, coming from his 'Beats' headphones} Standing over seated commuters, backpack casually slug over his shoulder. His grip on the cold steel bar helps him to steady himself against the rocking movement of the train. He's absorbed in the private world of his music.
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Twenty-something Man #2: Trying desperately to get his footing, finally settling in next to Twenty-something #1.
Eyes of the two Twenty-somethings meet..... Recognition! .... Quick smile. The required well choreographed 'Manshake'
Then the following conversation ensues:
Twenty-something Man #1 {removing headphones}: Whazzup yo!?
Twenty-something Man #2: Nuttin' much my nigga!
Twenty-something Man #1: How's your peoples, man?
Twenty-something Man #2: They good. Yours?
Twenty-something Man #1: All good, Yo! On my way to this class man. Gotta get this knowledge, Yo. Last semester man. Then I'm out!Twenty-something Man #2: Yea. *another much shorter round of 'pounds'* That's Whazzup! I finished them shits last year, Yo. Just gettin' off man. Going up the way.
Yo, this stop is mine. I'm out!
*another animated round of 'pounds'*
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* Train slows and eventually come to a screeching stop. Doors open. Passengers move, purposefully, in and out of the stationary train, as if in a well-rehearsed dance.
Exit- Twenty-something Man #2.
Train doors closed. Train lurches forward before quickly easing into a smoother ride.
*Twenty-something Man #1: {returning his headphones to their former place of rest} Bops his head rhythmically to the sounds of his private world.
{C}onversation .....
