While in high school, you can come up with some very genius ideas that need to be shared with the world. This is one of them --
Why not invent a spherical ball, that floats around your head, and plays music appropriate to whatever mood you're in?
Just imagine, if you will:
has just gotten off work. After a hard day's work as a crooked real-estate agent, he is exhausted. It's a dog-eat-dog world out there, Tom knows this well. He makes a living eating dogs.
This in mind, for breakfast he had a hotdog. No mustard.
So after sniffing his daily round of cocaine and picking his nose free of the residue he finds up there occasionally, he discovers that his life sucks major ass. Just as he's about to jump in front of a subway train, the MYSTERIOUS ORB begins to play "Sixteen Tons" by Tenessee Ernie Ford!
Someone sympathizes with I, a poor fraudulant poog, he thinks to himself! I'm not alone!
And the rest of the day goes off without a hitch. Two days later he is killed by a wandering elephant. At his funeral, the MYSTERIOUS ORB services the congregation by playing songs by the Eurythmics.
The question that is left: who DOESN'T want an orb??