Singing me and Julio down by the schoolyard

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06/2018
You should know by now when you are part of this family or part of the beautiful corner of the North Side of Springfield, only 5 houses will lose power. Your neighbor to the left will continue to do what they do; cooking, seeing, etc. But you, with your luck, will be one of those five who lose power, along with the neighbors to your right. You will all gather together, asking is it just me, only to be answered by the loud and chubby neighborhood boy, whose head is just the size of a basketball in comparison to his body which is the size of 30. He will yell at your mom, Mrs. Trump! We don’t have power either!!! 
It is 9:30, and you don’t realize it yet, but you won’t have power till approximately 1:30 in the morning. So you wait, Mormons with food storage and flashlights, gathered together in the living room. Megan will promptly get home from her job, tired and wanting to eat and watch Zombie; the epitome of relaxation after saying "My Pleasure" approximately 237 times that afternoon. She will be disappointed although she said, and I quote; "Bring on the storm," in an effort to stay in the storm shelter and sip on coke at her leisure. That was the most interesting thing to happen at work today, she decided. 
This family, all gathered up in the living room, which hasn’t happened because they live in other rooms, talks. It's nice talk, not small talk, but chit-chat. They chit and they chat, and it comes to a point where they start to like that the power is still off, and kind of hope it doesn’t turn on for a while because this is nice. She wishes they could do it in the daytime too. 
They soon realize that the food storage isn't very lit and someone will have to travel on down to McDonald's. Megan volunteers, but the instant she opens up Spotify, her phone vibrates and fizzles. It's dead and she lets out a frustrated groan. They already played one good song on the radio today and that seems to be the limit. To her dismay, it's just Maroon 5 and commercials. New Maroon 5 is awful and commercials are worse. There is a CD and as the applause begins, and the mic cracks as it announces that Simon and Garfunkel’s concert has begun. It may seem dramatic, as she lets out a NOOOOOOo, turning right down Kearny street. 
Hello Mrs. Robinson, 
Now, Simon and Garfunkel aren’t the worst group in the world. But as a ten-year-old, being forced to listen to “Scarborough Fair” was equivalent to torture. Her father had a great taste in music, but she never understood the name or the sound of this particular group. She pleaded for anything but: Elvis, Chicago, Hall n’ Oates. As she skipped around the CD, she didn’t necessarily hate it. She didn’t hate it as much as the first time. She knew she would probably be the only one listening to said band in the drive-through line so it was best to just embrace it. Blasting the song they learned in concert choir to the tune of a plain mcchicken and her sprite she belted out “Bridge over Troubled Water”, which is by far, the worst song in the history of songs. The audience applauded her, which was shocking because it was pitchy and sung sarcastically loud. But what can I say, they loved it. 

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