Whistle is very loosely based on my childhood summers growing up in New Orleans with my older brother. We’d ride our bikes in the neighborhood everyday with our friends, scourging for change around our house, begging our parents for money to buy some snacks from the corner store, and staying out all day until the street lights flickered on. We had to be inside by then. Of course being young, curious kids, we sometimes disregarded our parents’ warnings not to ride too far off, and to not talk to strangers in the neighborhood. The teens in this story do just that, and being scolded at home becomes the least of their problems.
