Strangest Things

Truth be told he had only felt a little of the nervousness his ordinary self often showed when he walked into the party. The first thing he noticed was that almost everybody he greeted when he entered the hall, including the hostess who answered the door herself, greeted him back and knew his name. A much different reaction then he normally expected, but hey, he wasn’t his normal self tonight. And everyone would soon see that.

He was glad that he had been split from the dorky hero for this night, and to go to a part was the cherry. Shoulders back, elbows tucked in, nice Wrangler jeans held at his hips that showed off his long legs, he entered the dance room with his head held high and his eyes full of excitement. Nothing could ruin this party.

Except for the fact that ten minutes into the party and all that was playing on the stereo was dirty hip-hop songs and whatever popular music would bring teenage bodies close on the dance floor. He could already smell the sweat and whatever body spray, men and women, had been used on each individual person.

So without asking, without looking back, and without pause he walked over to the obvious parents’ collection and behold, they had Elvis, The Beetles, Reba McEntire, and, goddess of his soul, Marcia Griffiths. Oh how he loved this girl’s parents. Though nothing else in the collection appealed to his fancy these repented for every sin.

Quickly entering a Bob & Marcia CD, he didn’t even know they had CDs he’d have to upgrade soon, switching the song to Electric Boogie he stepped out onto the dance floor. Everyone was staring at him, but he expected that. He had just interrupted a very interesting song full of swear words and many other explicit things, but he didn’t care. The greatest song in the universe was on and he was going to dance…in public, in front of the entire popular crowd, and he was going to enjoy it.