Karen's Story, Part 5


The assistant DJ was fantastic! I have never heard such a solid set of songs at a school dance in my life! He played all sorts of songs that I hadn't heard since we still had a tape player in the house. My high heels came off about three minutes into the first song. I was skanking up and down the hardwood floor, imitating the early music videos that went with each song, dancing the Charleston, and just generally rocking out. Gordon was also grooving along with me. He'd taken off his jacket long before and was spazzing out as much as I was. I was hardly even thinking about how much he loved the same music I loved until I saw him try to breakdance. I hadn't seen anyone do that in years, and it was then that I looked up and saw that there were only about a dozen of my classmates out on the floor with us. I mean, it was like they had absolutely no taste in music. Wendy and Paul wouldn't even join us out there, but there was Gordon, enjoying himself. He dropped to the ground and started into a back spin, and that was when I knew that Gordon was someone special. I mean, we had a lot of the same interests, he was a funny guy, we got along great, and he also amazingly cute. I was sad in a way the real DJ came back and violently switched records, but he started playing some slow songs. So it wasn't really that bad at all.
	by Brian Tivol

The assistant DJ was fantastic! I have never heard such a solid set of songs at a school dance in my life! He played all sorts of songs that I hadn't heard since we still had a tape player in the house.

My high heels came off about three minutes into the first song. I was skanking up and down the hardwood floor, imitating the early music videos that went with each song, dancing the Charleston, and just generally rocking out.

Gordon was also grooving along with me. He'd taken off his jacket long before and was spazzing out as much as I was. I was hardly even thinking about how much he loved the same music I loved until I saw him try to breakdance. I hadn't seen anyone do that in years, and it was then that I looked up and saw that there were only about a dozen of my classmates out on the floor with us. I mean, it was like they had absolutely no taste in music. Wendy and Paul wouldn't even join us out there, but there was Gordon, enjoying himself.

He dropped to the ground and started into a back spin, and that was when I knew that Gordon was someone special. I mean, we had a lot of the same interests, he was a funny guy, we got along great, and he also amazingly cute.

I was sad in a way the real DJ came back and violently switched records, but he started playing some slow songs. So it wasn't really that bad at all.

by Brian Tivol