Connie’s Choice in Where are you Going, Where have you Been? :: Where Are You Going Where Have You Been

Where are you Going, Where slang you Been? Connies Choice      I think Connie opened the screen door because she wanted to escape from her life with her family into some kind of fantasy. I think at that array were other reasons also, scarcely the story points to this one in many places. branch of all, Connie was not happy at home. The story says that her father was away at work most of the time, and didnt bother talking much to them, so Connie didnt have love from him and had to find male attention somewhere else. Connie found her comfort in escaping with her friend to the drive-in restaurant and daydreaming approximately boys. precisely the happiness she found in both of these things had nothing to do with literal events it is based on a fantasy. When she was out at the drive-in with a boy, her face gleamed with the joy that had nothing to do with Eddie or even this place it might have been the unison. When she daydreamed about boys, they all fell b ack and dissolve into a single face that was not even a face, but an idea, a feeling mixed up with the urgent pounding of the music... A theme that runs through this story is that music seems to be the bridge from the real(a) world into Connies fantasy world. She doesnt know what she wants, but its got something to do with the music that make everything so good. When Arnold Friend drove up the driveway, Connie was listening to music, bathed in a glow of slow-pulsed joy. She soon discovered that he was playing the same music in his car. This is not a coincidence I think it makes a connection in the back of Connies mind. And, the story says that it seemed to Connie like Arnold had come from nowhere, and belonged nowhere, and that everything about him was only half real. I think in some eery way Arnold becomes to Connie the way to escape into her fantasy. When she learns his true intentions she is scared to death at first but eventually that fear gives way to an emptiness. Connie t hinks, Im not spillage to see my mother again... Im not going to sleep in my bottom of the inning again.