The year was 1969. Erin and Cynthia were laying on Erin's bedroom floor doing homework when Erin thought of it...

"I need help with something." She stated bluntly.

Cynthia looks over Erin's paper. "Looks fine to me."

"Not with homework. I need help finishing a song." Erin got up but Cynthia stayed on the floor. "Cynthia..." She pulls Cynthia to her feet.

"Erin, we're su-"

"The first line is: Come on, come on people all around the world. There's a new craze sweepin' the nation, and it's all the rage. Come on, come on people it's a new day and age..."

Cynthia shrugs "Um... time to get up and boogie the disco way?"

"Cynthia, you're a genius!" Erin pretended to bow down. Cynthia smiles shyly.

"Twirl and spin and jump real high, " Cynthia continues, now singing. "Come on, come on lets have a good time."

"Shake it, shake it all around...

come on, come on down to disco town, " They both sing and dance on the sidewalk, doing steps that took three years to perfect.

"Come on, come on it'll be real fun, come on, come on show em' how it's done. "

Both girls start giggling, but it's cut short by: "What? The show is over already?"

Erin and Cynthia both swiftly turn from facing the street only to find Erin's mother standing in the doorway with one of Erin's suit cases and a strange almost silly expression. Apparently holding back laughter. Cynthia was blushing fiercely. "Uh... hello Ms. Atwood."

"You coming, Erin?" Ms. Atwood says walking to the car.

"Bye, Erin. See ya when school starts."

Erin's POV

We quickly hugged. I mouthed "see you later," turned on my heel and jogged my way over to the car. "I call shotgun."

"Erin, there's no one else coming. You don't have to call shotgun."

I gave a sheepish chuckle. "Sorry. It's become an instinct."

"Ready to meet your doom?" My mother raised an eyebrow and did her best evil laugh as she pulled out of the driveway.

"Mom, how long were standing there?"

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