Crazy Things We Do
Disclaimer: I still don't own the show. : (
Keep in mind, I had to edit the song a bit to bleep out some of the cussing, and it will not make sense because it's a song written by a guy, but I'm applying it to Miranda rather than Gordo because although it's a song by a guy, it seem more fitting for Miranda. Anyways, Ahmad owns "Back in the Day". It also happens to be one of my favorite songs ever.
This is Miranda's POV
***
I put down the heavy box I was lugging and sat down. I looked around the empty room, and reached in the heavy box. I pulled out my CD player, plugged it in to a wall socket, and pressed play. A few seconds later, my favorite song, 'Back in the Day' started to play, and a thousand thoughts came rushing back to me at once. When Lizzie and I helped Gordo move into a room on the other side of his house in the sixth grade; he hated having a bedroom right next to his parent's room, he said they made to much noise at night. When Lizzie and I asked what he meant, he blushed, and suddenly we realized exactly what he meant.
*** Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
***
Yeah, sometimes I sit and think about when I was young. I mean, I'm still young now, 18, but I mean, when I was really young. Like when I was ten, and all I had to worry about was whether or not I'd be the jump rope champion on the playground the next day. And in middle school, when I was constantly excited over everything Ethan Craft said to me, even if it made no sense at all; making sure Lizzie and I could find the perfect matching outfits on school twin day during spirit week. That was back before everything went wrong. Back in the day, when I thought everything would be perfect. . . forever.
*** I remember (back in the days)
When I just a little kid yo I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
when he went out with girlz I could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
all the way live, I think I was about ten
***
No one except my family really knows this, but when I was nine, I adored my older sister Maria. She was perfect to me, she was my idol. I tried to be like her, and always threw myself at her when she went out with her friends, begging her to let me go along. She'd always so no, it's not a good place for a sweet kid like me to be. When I told her she was sweet too, she'd say no, she wasn't. So of course, I'd say than neither am I. She'd look at me with a sad look on her face that I didn't understand then, but a year later I did. I walked into her room, about to ask her to do my hair like the pretty way she does hers, when I saw her. And I saw the blood, coming out of her arms. I rushed over to her, her whole body shaking, crying. I thought someone had hurt her. When she told me no, no one hurt her, I didn't believe her. I screamed for mommy and daddy to come, and they did. Mom started crying as soon as she saw Maria, and she told me to go. I asked her where, and she got mad and told me to go, go anywhere. I ran, ran right out the door, and away, as far as I could. I ended up in front of Lizzie's house; Lizzie and I were best friends already, but she didn't know how much I idolized Maria. I went up and rang her doorbell. Lizzie answered, smiling. She immediately stopped and hugged me. She didn't ask, she just hugged me and led me upstairs to her room. When I could stop crying for a second, I told her I was sorry, I'll tell you later. And Lizzie just hugged me tighter and told me that I didn't need to tell until I was ready. Even if I was never ready. I haven't seen Maria since; she was sent to a mental hospital the next day.
*** One of those happy little boyz singin the blues That be always tryin to bag with the shag and karate shoes
Sayin "Yo momma wack, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days
***
Lizzie, Gordo, and me were best friends. In fifth grade, Lizzie and me were going to become blood sisters, but we chickened out at the last minute, both of us admitting that blood freaked us out. So we decided we'd just be soul sisters, forever and ever. We didn't include Gordo in this, it was more like a girl thing. But in sixth grade, around springtime, we were walking by a construction site. There was wet cement, and Gordo, usually the smart, sensible one, got a brilliant idea. He thought we should write our names in it. He picked up a stick, and wrote 'Gordo' in the cement, and passed the stick to me. I wrote 'Miranda' and drew a heart beside my name, and passed the stick onto Lizzie. She stood thoughtfully for a minute, and then wrote 'Lizzie' in her large, round handwriting, and added a star beside it. When I asked her what took her so long, she just laughed and started chasing me, and we ran all the way home.
*** Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
***
I remember those days. I wish life was still like that. I wish it hadn't all changed; I wish Lizzie, Gordo, and I still called each other up every night, planning what we were going to wear the next day. And I miss the way Gordo used to hang up, and we wouldn't even know until we said his name and no one would answer.
***
I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
basket weaves, Nike Court Airs, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
of hussies, had poison airbrushed on they booties
Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with
the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss ***
I hated school. Well, not school, but the learning involved. I loved being with Lizzie and Gordo all day, and seeing my other friends was great too. I remember when Kate left us for the cheerleading crowd. I don't call them the popular crowd whenever I talk about them or think about them anymore. That's because, we were popular too, we just didn't know it. Although it was just the three of us, we were popular. We were friends with everyone, minus Kate, Claire, and a few others. And while Lizzie and I were busy worrying about getting Ethan to notice us, we didn't notice that he did. I mean, he was always talking to us, and I was on his guest list to that murder party they had when I was out of town. And we talked to some of the cheerleaders, and were good friends with a few of them. We were just silly, always wanting more.
***
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone
and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
***
How did the falling out of the three amigos come to be? And suddenly, all the bad memories come back to me. The party. That party. . .
It was our sophomore year of high school. . . The boy I was going to the spring fling dance with, Cody, before Lizzie couldn't go, was my boyfriend at the time. He was suddenly super hot again, and he liked me too. Gordo and Lizzie had finally realized what everyone else knew, and he asked her out. And then. . . at that party, everything went wrong.
~~FLASHBACK~~
We were at a party, and there was alcohol, and probably a whole lot of other stuff. Lizzie, Gordo, and I had all had a bit too much to drink.
I saw someone put something in Gordo's drink, and I was going over to Gordo to tell him not to drink it. I was pretty drunk myself, so I was wobbling a bit. All of a sudden, I felt strong arms around my waist, and turned my neck around to see a drunk Ethan. He pulled me onto a nearby couch, and before I knew it, we were kissing. I was still determined to get to Gordo. But then we started making out completely, and I forgot all about Gordo.
Lizzie walked into the room, as drunk as the rest of us. She immeadiatley saw Gordo, and he was kissing Kate. Obviously, the effect of his drink and whatever was slipped into his drink had got to him. Lizzie began screaming, and pulling at Kate's hair, calling her all sorts of things. Gordo had suddenly snapped to attention, as if he was realizing what he was doing.
"What are you doing, you slut?!" Lizzie screamed as she pulled Kate's long blund curls, yanking her towards Lizzie.
"What.. does.. it.. loook liiike?" Kate said, struggling to get her words out.
"I hate you! I hate you!" she said, screaming into Kate's face. Then she dropped Kate, and walked over to Gordo, and began hitting him. "You man slut! You dirty little SOB!"
I sprung up from the couch, knocking Ethan down. We didn't get drunk much; we hadn't meant to this time, it just happened. Lizzie goes crazy when she's mad, and even crazier when she's mad and drunk.
"Lizzie!" I said, running over. "Someone, they put something in Gordo's drink! He was drugged!"
"Oh," she said, her face softening. Then, suddenly, it hardened again, and she narrowed her eyes at me. "If you know all this, why didn't you stop him from drinking it, and then kissing this slut?!"
"Well, Ethan grabbed me when I was walking over, and. . ." I said quickly, out of breath. "One thing led to another, and I sort of forgot."
"I'm surrounded by sluts!" she screamed, and knocked over a blue vase that looked expensive. Cody was walking by, and she grabbed him, and kissed him, French kissed him, and hard. I shoved her hard, knocking her down.
"Now you're a slut too, Lizzie! The three amigos turned into the three hookers!" I screamed, and then stomped off.
I was furious; mad at Gordo for making a dumb decision and getting Lizzie mad at me; mad at Lizzie for being so stupid and getting mad at me over something I had nada to do with. I was mad at her for kissing my boyfriend; who cares if I was making out with Ethan? He was Kate's date, not Lizzie's. She had no right to kiss my boyfriend. And I was mad at Cody; he was such a wimp. I broke up with him the next day.
~~END FLASHBACK~~
***
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
Well, it's the little yo, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin
down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made
But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.
That's where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first
So Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
and we finally did, but
Sometimes I still sit there reminescin
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
***
I felt a tear roll down my face, and I pressed the stop button. I was eighteen now; that was three years ago. I'm moving into my own apartment; all that was in the past. I need to grow up and stop being such a baby.
I was going to call Lizzie.
I pulled out my cell phone, and dialed her number. It rang twice, and I was afraid no one would answer. But then, I heard a voice, one I hadn't head in years.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Mrs. McGuire, may I please speak to Lizzie?"
"May I ask who's calling?"
"Um, it's me, Miranda." I said nervously.
"Miranda!" she said joyfully. "I haven't heard from you in years! Whatever happene-"
"Excuse me, Mrs. McGuire, but can I speak to Lizzie? I don't have much time." I lied. Anything to get this woman to be queit.
"Oh, yes, of course." she said. "But Lizzie's not here. She went apartment finding."
"So I suppose she's in North Carolina right now, like she always wanted, huh?" I said, trying to hide my disappointment.
"Oh, no! She decided to stay right here in California! And gu-"
"Sorry, Mrs. McG.," I said, cutting her off. "But I think my food is burning in the oven."
"Oh, goodness gra-" I hung up the phone; she always had talked too much for my liking. I wasn't cooking anything, and I didn't plan on it. I just had to get off with her.
I guess jogging is the best thing to do right now. Get bad memories out of my head. I had just picked up a new track suit, time to try it out!
But as I ran upstairs to find it, I had to fight back tears. And I heard my favorite song, playing in my head, almost as if I'd never turned the CD player off.
***
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days
***
Do you like it? If so, review! That's the only way to get more! This story is waay more serious then DigiChat! Also, go check out Dancing on the Moon with You if you like this song fic.
Only the first three chapters are song fics. Then it becomes a regular fic.
Next up: Lizzie's song fic chapter!
Review!
Disclaimer: I still don't own the show. : (
Keep in mind, I had to edit the song a bit to bleep out some of the cussing, and it will not make sense because it's a song written by a guy, but I'm applying it to Miranda rather than Gordo because although it's a song by a guy, it seem more fitting for Miranda. Anyways, Ahmad owns "Back in the Day". It also happens to be one of my favorite songs ever.
This is Miranda's POV
***
I put down the heavy box I was lugging and sat down. I looked around the empty room, and reached in the heavy box. I pulled out my CD player, plugged it in to a wall socket, and pressed play. A few seconds later, my favorite song, 'Back in the Day' started to play, and a thousand thoughts came rushing back to me at once. When Lizzie and I helped Gordo move into a room on the other side of his house in the sixth grade; he hated having a bedroom right next to his parent's room, he said they made to much noise at night. When Lizzie and I asked what he meant, he blushed, and suddenly we realized exactly what he meant.
*** Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
***
Yeah, sometimes I sit and think about when I was young. I mean, I'm still young now, 18, but I mean, when I was really young. Like when I was ten, and all I had to worry about was whether or not I'd be the jump rope champion on the playground the next day. And in middle school, when I was constantly excited over everything Ethan Craft said to me, even if it made no sense at all; making sure Lizzie and I could find the perfect matching outfits on school twin day during spirit week. That was back before everything went wrong. Back in the day, when I thought everything would be perfect. . . forever.
*** I remember (back in the days)
When I just a little kid yo I looked up to my bigger bro
Begged if I could kick it so
when he went out with girlz I could go taggin along
Naggin if she had a sis maybe could mack a baby hoodrat
Y'all remember way back then, when it was 1985
all the way live, I think I was about ten
***
No one except my family really knows this, but when I was nine, I adored my older sister Maria. She was perfect to me, she was my idol. I tried to be like her, and always threw myself at her when she went out with her friends, begging her to let me go along. She'd always so no, it's not a good place for a sweet kid like me to be. When I told her she was sweet too, she'd say no, she wasn't. So of course, I'd say than neither am I. She'd look at me with a sad look on her face that I didn't understand then, but a year later I did. I walked into her room, about to ask her to do my hair like the pretty way she does hers, when I saw her. And I saw the blood, coming out of her arms. I rushed over to her, her whole body shaking, crying. I thought someone had hurt her. When she told me no, no one hurt her, I didn't believe her. I screamed for mommy and daddy to come, and they did. Mom started crying as soon as she saw Maria, and she told me to go. I asked her where, and she got mad and told me to go, go anywhere. I ran, ran right out the door, and away, as far as I could. I ended up in front of Lizzie's house; Lizzie and I were best friends already, but she didn't know how much I idolized Maria. I went up and rang her doorbell. Lizzie answered, smiling. She immediately stopped and hugged me. She didn't ask, she just hugged me and led me upstairs to her room. When I could stop crying for a second, I told her I was sorry, I'll tell you later. And Lizzie just hugged me tighter and told me that I didn't need to tell until I was ready. Even if I was never ready. I haven't seen Maria since; she was sent to a mental hospital the next day.
*** One of those happy little boyz singin the blues That be always tryin to bag with the shag and karate shoes
Sayin "Yo momma wack, his momma this, his momma that"
Then he get mad and wanna scrap
We stay mad about, ten minutes then it's like back on the bike
To play hide and go get it with the younger hoes by the bungalows
Then switch to playin ding dong ditch, when that gets
old and too cold to hack it, threw on a bomber jacket
Then, think about the years I was raised, back in the days
***
Lizzie, Gordo, and me were best friends. In fifth grade, Lizzie and me were going to become blood sisters, but we chickened out at the last minute, both of us admitting that blood freaked us out. So we decided we'd just be soul sisters, forever and ever. We didn't include Gordo in this, it was more like a girl thing. But in sixth grade, around springtime, we were walking by a construction site. There was wet cement, and Gordo, usually the smart, sensible one, got a brilliant idea. He thought we should write our names in it. He picked up a stick, and wrote 'Gordo' in the cement, and passed the stick to me. I wrote 'Miranda' and drew a heart beside my name, and passed the stick onto Lizzie. She stood thoughtfully for a minute, and then wrote 'Lizzie' in her large, round handwriting, and added a star beside it. When I asked her what took her so long, she just laughed and started chasing me, and we ran all the way home.
*** Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again (and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
***
I remember those days. I wish life was still like that. I wish it hadn't all changed; I wish Lizzie, Gordo, and I still called each other up every night, planning what we were going to wear the next day. And I miss the way Gordo used to hang up, and we wouldn't even know until we said his name and no one would answer.
***
I'm still back in the days, but now the year is '87
'88 that's when my crew and I were in junior high
In 7th grade, I hated school wish it'd blown up
No doubt I couldn't wait to get out (and be a grownup)
But let me finish this reminescin and tellin
Bout when girls was bellin tight courderoys like for the boys
basket weaves, Nike Court Airs, and footsie socks
And eatin pickles, with tootsie pops
And it don't stop, I'm glad cuz when J.J. Fad hit
Supersonic it was kinda like a sport to wear biker shorts
or, to wear jeans and it seemed like the masses
of hussies, had poison airbrushed on they booties
Dudes, had on Nike suits, and the Pumas with
the fat laces, cuz it was either that or K-Swiss ***
I hated school. Well, not school, but the learning involved. I loved being with Lizzie and Gordo all day, and seeing my other friends was great too. I remember when Kate left us for the cheerleading crowd. I don't call them the popular crowd whenever I talk about them or think about them anymore. That's because, we were popular too, we just didn't know it. Although it was just the three of us, we were popular. We were friends with everyone, minus Kate, Claire, and a few others. And while Lizzie and I were busy worrying about getting Ethan to notice us, we didn't notice that he did. I mean, he was always talking to us, and I was on his guest list to that murder party they had when I was out of town. And we talked to some of the cheerleaders, and were good friends with a few of them. We were just silly, always wanting more.
***
I miss those days, and so I pout like a grown jerk
Wishin all I had to do now, was finish homework
It's true, you don't realize really what you got til it's gone
and I'm not, gonna sing another sad song, but
Sometimes I do sit and reminesce then
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
***
How did the falling out of the three amigos come to be? And suddenly, all the bad memories come back to me. The party. That party. . .
It was our sophomore year of high school. . . The boy I was going to the spring fling dance with, Cody, before Lizzie couldn't go, was my boyfriend at the time. He was suddenly super hot again, and he liked me too. Gordo and Lizzie had finally realized what everyone else knew, and he asked her out. And then. . . at that party, everything went wrong.
~~FLASHBACK~~
We were at a party, and there was alcohol, and probably a whole lot of other stuff. Lizzie, Gordo, and I had all had a bit too much to drink.
I saw someone put something in Gordo's drink, and I was going over to Gordo to tell him not to drink it. I was pretty drunk myself, so I was wobbling a bit. All of a sudden, I felt strong arms around my waist, and turned my neck around to see a drunk Ethan. He pulled me onto a nearby couch, and before I knew it, we were kissing. I was still determined to get to Gordo. But then we started making out completely, and I forgot all about Gordo.
Lizzie walked into the room, as drunk as the rest of us. She immeadiatley saw Gordo, and he was kissing Kate. Obviously, the effect of his drink and whatever was slipped into his drink had got to him. Lizzie began screaming, and pulling at Kate's hair, calling her all sorts of things. Gordo had suddenly snapped to attention, as if he was realizing what he was doing.
"What are you doing, you slut?!" Lizzie screamed as she pulled Kate's long blund curls, yanking her towards Lizzie.
"What.. does.. it.. loook liiike?" Kate said, struggling to get her words out.
"I hate you! I hate you!" she said, screaming into Kate's face. Then she dropped Kate, and walked over to Gordo, and began hitting him. "You man slut! You dirty little SOB!"
I sprung up from the couch, knocking Ethan down. We didn't get drunk much; we hadn't meant to this time, it just happened. Lizzie goes crazy when she's mad, and even crazier when she's mad and drunk.
"Lizzie!" I said, running over. "Someone, they put something in Gordo's drink! He was drugged!"
"Oh," she said, her face softening. Then, suddenly, it hardened again, and she narrowed her eyes at me. "If you know all this, why didn't you stop him from drinking it, and then kissing this slut?!"
"Well, Ethan grabbed me when I was walking over, and. . ." I said quickly, out of breath. "One thing led to another, and I sort of forgot."
"I'm surrounded by sluts!" she screamed, and knocked over a blue vase that looked expensive. Cody was walking by, and she grabbed him, and kissed him, French kissed him, and hard. I shoved her hard, knocking her down.
"Now you're a slut too, Lizzie! The three amigos turned into the three hookers!" I screamed, and then stomped off.
I was furious; mad at Gordo for making a dumb decision and getting Lizzie mad at me; mad at Lizzie for being so stupid and getting mad at me over something I had nada to do with. I was mad at her for kissing my boyfriend; who cares if I was making out with Ethan? He was Kate's date, not Lizzie's. She had no right to kiss my boyfriend. And I was mad at Cody; he was such a wimp. I broke up with him the next day.
~~END FLASHBACK~~
***
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
Well, it's the little yo, I figure that now I'm all grown up
Because I'm eighteen years old, and guess you could say I'm holdin
down a steady job and crew steady mobbin
you steady bobbin your head and I'm paid, so I got it made
But, didn't always have clout, used to live in South Central L.A.
That's where I stayed and figured a way out
I gave it all I had so for what it's worth
I went, from rags to riches which is a drag but now I'm first
So Ahmad and The Jones' is on our way up
Yup, we said that we was gonna make it since a kid
and we finally did, but
Sometimes I still sit there reminescin
Think about the years I was raised, back in the days
***
I felt a tear roll down my face, and I pressed the stop button. I was eighteen now; that was three years ago. I'm moving into my own apartment; all that was in the past. I need to grow up and stop being such a baby.
I was going to call Lizzie.
I pulled out my cell phone, and dialed her number. It rang twice, and I was afraid no one would answer. But then, I heard a voice, one I hadn't head in years.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Mrs. McGuire, may I please speak to Lizzie?"
"May I ask who's calling?"
"Um, it's me, Miranda." I said nervously.
"Miranda!" she said joyfully. "I haven't heard from you in years! Whatever happene-"
"Excuse me, Mrs. McGuire, but can I speak to Lizzie? I don't have much time." I lied. Anything to get this woman to be queit.
"Oh, yes, of course." she said. "But Lizzie's not here. She went apartment finding."
"So I suppose she's in North Carolina right now, like she always wanted, huh?" I said, trying to hide my disappointment.
"Oh, no! She decided to stay right here in California! And gu-"
"Sorry, Mrs. McG.," I said, cutting her off. "But I think my food is burning in the oven."
"Oh, goodness gra-" I hung up the phone; she always had talked too much for my liking. I wasn't cooking anything, and I didn't plan on it. I just had to get off with her.
I guess jogging is the best thing to do right now. Get bad memories out of my head. I had just picked up a new track suit, time to try it out!
But as I ran upstairs to find it, I had to fight back tears. And I heard my favorite song, playing in my head, almost as if I'd never turned the CD player off.
***
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(and everybody say) (I remember way back when)
(what?) (back in the day) (when?) (back in the day)
Back in the days when I was young I'm not a kid anymore
But some days I sit and wish I was a kid again
Back in the days
***
Do you like it? If so, review! That's the only way to get more! This story is waay more serious then DigiChat! Also, go check out Dancing on the Moon with You if you like this song fic.
Only the first three chapters are song fics. Then it becomes a regular fic.
Next up: Lizzie's song fic chapter!
Review!