The bass thumped, the tunes popped, and Nia was in agony.
She didn’t mind the music at all. It was good stuff her friends were putting on, and she liked to dance. But the noise, the noise. It was just too loud, and Nia wanted ear plugs, or better, to turn it all down.
Nia’s friends were dancing in the front seat, and she knew she couldn’t say anything. Despite the damage her ears were receiving, to ask them to turn it down would be to tell them she didn’t want to ride again, to never be invited back.
So Nia danced, and smiled, and looked around for something to stuff in her ears – of which there was nothing – and worried about her future ability to afford hearing aids.
The music thumped on.