There’s a student shuffling papers on a desk as a teacher groans on lecturing in a stuffy room of disinterested students. Coughs sprinkle the time and a restless leg shuffles moment to moment against the linoleum floor. The student closest to the listener opens a bottle of Snapple, with a pop giving the name justice as the cap twists with a quick press and a slow release, just so not to spill. After a few gulps the student rests his bottle and clicks the cap as the lecture drones. The clicks are few but unmissed by the teacher as she drags her heels slightly, walking across the faux-floor room. A ruler smacks a nearby desk, and a chair creeks in shock before the heels shuffle back to the front. A slow crescendo of accusations builds into the background bringing discontent to the teacher once more. “Hush!”  The scene is silent, forcing the listener to become aware of his own adjacent sounds outside of the headphones, just as the students are doing themselves in the midst of silence within the scene. A bell rings and the hurried stampede of back pack zippers, shutting binders, and chairs scratching the plastic floor flood into the right spectrum of hearing. A serious tone is heard on the left asking that “Travis come see me.” The lid is gripped to the lip of the bottle with a twist followed by footsteps in the immediate of the listener that slowly fade as the student walks away and the scene ends.

Snapple caps are passively occupying to the immediate mind, but actively distracting to the vicinity.