Leave Room for the Holy Ghost

That's when I told her I said

Yeah (yeah) Shorty got down low and said come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me
Yeah (yeah) Her and my girl used to be the best of homies
Yeah (yeah) Next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming:

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Yeah, Yeah! Yeaah!
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Yeah, Yeah! Yeaah!

Yup. Usher. Blaring throughout the school where our shop is located. It's the last day of classes before Winter break and the middle school is having it's winter dance. Awkward middle schoolers patrolling the periphery in Hawaiian casual apparel. The odd ball outgoing student cutting a rug in the middle of the dark auditorium (which sadly our shop and costume storage overlooks--of course to set the mood of the dance most of the lights have to be off...which means no light in the loft where our costumes are stored. Thrown into darkness).

Talk about flashbacks.

But why at 10 am in the morning...that's an odd time for a middle school dance. And the smell of 100+ sweaty pre-teens...that's going to linger a while...