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Jailhouse Rock!
The bass moves my heart.
The guitar mesmerizes me.
The beat makes me shake my head and do the craziest dance moves.
The lead singer makes me want to sing.
I scream.
I yell the lyrics so loud.
I'm jumping
and dancing
My head shaking back and forth.
Screaming, Jumping, Singing, Dancing.
Having the time of my life.
I then open my eyes and realize.
Realize I'm in public.
Well at my old elementary school.
The guys playing basketball have stopped.
They are staring at me.
And I'm happy, because I'm dancing not caring who is watching.
Or caring what they think.
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