That song

Someone who is not me is listening to it. Someone nearby. With the loudness

Startled by this realization, he sprang into motion, surprising everyone present. As he got closer to the song, he thought about what it could mean. Or, rather, about what it meant to hear it right here, right now. Rounding the corner, he saw exactly what he expected to see

“Hello, big brother” a young girl said

”You’re early”

“Oh yes. I thought about calling you, but then I remembered phones are considered rude inside libraries, so I boomboxed instead”

“You always knew how to make an entrance. This time, you didn’t even have to enter the building”

“It was the polite thing to do, I reckon” she said, with a smile so bright as to give the sun a run for its money