Sam looked over at Sarah on the couch. The two of them had been watching movies, spending the first day of Christmas break together. However, now she was flipping through the channels looking for something to watch. After seeing Fox showing footage of the most recent bombing overseas, Sam clicked the TV off.
"OK. I've got a better idea." He pulled Sarah off the couch and flipped the coffee table so that it would sit on the couch. With Sarah giving him a funny look, he pulled out a Dave Matthews record and dropped the needle.
Sarah laughed, "OK. This is your idea?"
Sam held out a hand, pulling her close and began close and began swaying to the music. "There are better ways to spend a Saturday together. There's too much crap on the news. What's wrong with just dancing?"
Sarah laughed again, " OK, but if we're gonna dance, we're changing the music."
Sam pouted as she switched records, this time the speakers began playing a mellow pop song that he's sure he's heard his dad listening to at some point or another. As a version of Simon and Garfunkel's America began playing, Sarah moved so that they were standing as close as they could. Sam hummed along for a while, "Who is this? I know the songs, but can't place the singer."
"Bert Sommer." Sarah smiled, "Best performer at Woodstock if you ask me. Now why don't we just dance?"
