Sheldon snaps upright, mortified. "I am not crying. My lacrimal glands are reacting appropriately to the dynamic range of Beethoven’s Symphony No. 7, second movement. But it’s no use."
Sheldon, wiping foam off his glasses, sits next to Meemaw. young sheldon s05e14 aiff
He leads Sheldon to the garage, where an ancient, dust-covered stereo system sits next to a broken lawnmower. "This was my dad’s. Tube amplifier. No 'compression' in sight." Sheldon snaps upright, mortified
Just then, the computer emits a death rattle. Blue screen. Smoke curls from the back. Sheldon snaps upright
Meemaw shuffles cards. "Why don't you just enjoy the music you got?"
Meemaw grins. "That's my boy."
