You watch the bus pull into the scorching parking lot, screeching to a halt as the brakes counter the momentum of the twelve tons of metal.
You are last in line for what appears to be a full capacity of travellers. As people begin to pile their bags into the lower storage area and load, you watch beads of sweat roll off your forehead onto the tips of your once-white sneakers.
The line dwindles down, and you swing your single piece of luggage — a black backpack — over your shoulder in preparation to enter the bus last. You walk up three steps, make brief eye contact with the driver and turn the soft corner as you enter the beginning of the aisle. Everyone stares at you, wondering how long it will take for you to spot the single remaining empty seat on the bus.
You walk down the aisle, eyes darting from seat to seat looking for an empty space. There is music blaring in your headphones.
What song is playing?