Headphones On The Train
- Peter K F Cheung SBS

- 11 minutes ago
- 3 min read
FADE IN
Act 1
INT. LIVING ROOM - 08:45
A rattling, half-lit morning. The windows breathe with condensation. Rain tracks down the pane in uneven lines. PETER sits on a sofa, scrolling through FB on his phone. His thumb stops.
PETER (V.O.): Ten Forgotten 60s Songs Only Real 60s Kids Remember!
He taps the link. The first song appears: A Lover's Concerto - The Toys
PETER (V.O.): I remember this. But the MV is one I've never seen.
He watches. His expression one of mild curiosity. Another video plays. Kind of a Drag - The Buckinghams. Then, A Little Bit of Soul - the Music Explosion.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): They sound familiar.
Other clips follow. I'm Telling You Now - Fredie and the Dreamers. Dissy - Tommy Roe. Judy in Disguise - John Fred and his Playboy Band. Tracy - The Cuff Links. Gimme Gimme Good Loving - Crazy Elephant. Get Together - the Young Bloods, Build Me Up Buttercup - The Foundations.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I remember all these.
Peter leans back. He closes his eyes, the memory is vivid.
Act 2
FLASHBACK
EXT. X'MAS VARIETY SHOW, SHUNG TAK COLLEGE - DAY (1970)
The show ends. Peter (16) and his BANDMATES pack up.
PETER (V.O.): This is the end of it.
He looks down at a guitar and rests his hand on the strings.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I can't be a rockstar. It's a fantasy,
Pausing.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): My public exams are less than six months away...
He nods.
INT. MASTER BED ROOM, PETER'S NT HOME - NIGHT (1986)
The bedside radio. The dial is tuned. A warm, smooth voice of Uncle Ray fills the room. Peter (32) lies in bed, listening.
PETER (V.O.): I won the Foreign Office scholarship, and I'm furthering my legal studies in UK soon.
We hear songs of the 60s from the radio.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Apart from Sharon, I'd miss this radio programme. Uncle Ray is the only one who plays the music I loved.
INT. ROYAL ALBERT HALL - NIGHT (Late 1986)
Not full. Peter watches the HOLLIES performing live.
PETER (V.O.): The first time I watch one of my most favourite British bands of the 60s performing live.
EXT. WALES - DAY (Easter, 1987)
Peter and SHARON (32) are motoring. The car's cassette player is on. We hear songs of the 60s.
PETER (V.O.): In our last X'mas motoring, we just focused on the sights.
RETURN TO PRESENT
INT. MTR TRAIN - 18:45
Peter sits on a priority seat. Faint and tinny sounds of songs of the 60s escape from his headphones.
PETER (V.O.): Years ago, I found the Hong Kong internet radio "Apple-Fm". All the old songs. All the time.
Listening.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): So now, I take the train. I take the coach on holiday. And I plug in.
Listening.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): I didn't become a rockstar. I became a lawyer. I wear a suit. I raise a family. I am a good man.
He closes his eyes as the music swells his ears.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): When I have these headphones on, I'm 16 again. I don't mind I chose the life I did.
Listening.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): The music is always there. It's the only thing that doesn't have to change.
Peter gets off to change to another crowded train.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Uncle Ray retired at the age of 96, on my birthday anniversary in 2021. He died on 13 Jan, 2023.
Standing. Peter holds tight.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Peter King, who succeeded Uncle Ray's programme format, died in 2024.
No seated PASSENGERS, including the young ONES on priority seats, would give Peter a seat.
Act 3
INT. BEDROOM - 22:00
Peter uploads an image to a set of headphones to a draft on his laptop.
PETER (V.O.): The train moves me forward through the city. But headphones on the train move me backward through the years. I arrive at my stop twice - once in body, once in memory.
Thinking.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): The tracks rattle, the annoucements blare, the passengers scroll and swipe. But with headphones on the train, I hear the same tambourine shake that I heard when I was 16.
Reflecting.
PETER (V.O.) (Cont'd): Seventy-two years on this Earth. Forty thousand commutes. One pair of headphones. And a thousand songs that never forget me, even when I almost forget myself.
The END
FADE OUT



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