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I'm sitting with my friends. The year is ending; I'm sad because I'm going to miss a lot of them.
Music starts. My friends look up and jump away while I walk forward. The quad turns into a stage at a concert. I grab the microphone and start swaying to the hard-core beat.
(C'mon Eileen!)
More swaying to beat.
(C'mon Eileen!)
"Poor old Johnny Ray-- Sounded sad upon the radio. He moved a million hearts in mono. And our mothers used to sing along, who'd blame them?" Look over at guy friends.
"You're grown."
(You've grown--)
"So grown."
(So grown--)
"Now I must say more than ever."
(C'mon Eileen!)
They nod and smirk.
"Go toora loora-- toora loo rye aye! And we can sing just like our fathers."

"Come on, Eileen. Oh I swear--"
(What he means--)
"At this moment: you mean everything! With you--"
(In that dress--)
"Oh, my thoughts--"
(I confess--)
"Verge on dirty. Ah, come on Eileen!"

More insane, unorganized jumping around and dancing occurs.
(C'mon, Eileen!)
"These people round here wear beaten down eyes Sunk in smoke dried faces They're so resigned to what their fate is-- But not us--"
(No never--)
"No not us--"
(No never--)
"We are far too young and clever." I wink at one of my friends.
(Remember!)
"Toora loora-- toora loo rye aye-- Eileen I'll hum this tune forever--"
Everyone: "Toora loora-- toora loo rye aye!!"
"I'll hum this tune forever!"
More dancing.

"Come on Eileen. Oh, I swear--"
(What he means--)
"Ah come on, let's take off everything. That--"
(Pretty red dress--)
"Oh, Eileen--"
(Tell him 'yes')
"Oh come on let's, Ah come on Eileen!"
(Come on, Eileen.)
"Oh, I swear--"
(What he means--)
"At this moment, you mean everything..."
Everything slows. Lights dim. Friends back away while I sing and sway at a slower pace. All of them appear to have blank, almost saddened, expressions. They keep singing with me, though.

(Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye
Come on Eileen too-loo rye-aye
Toora toora-too-loora--)
"Oh-oh, Eileen. I say-- Come on, Eileen--"
(Eileen, too-loo rye-aye--)
"Come on, Eileen--"
(Eileen, too-loo rye-aye.)
"We are far too young and clever--"
(Toora toora-too-loora--)
"And things won't ever change, I say-- Toora loora-- toora loora rye-aye!!"
(Toora, toora-too-loora)
Things speed up, people come back up, lights brighten.

"Come on Eileen-- Oh I swear, what he means, at this moment. You mean Everything!! HEEYYYYYY!! OH-OH, EILEEN!!! WHOA, EILEEN!!!"
Things totally slow down. My friends place their microphones and instruments on the ground and wave goodbye as they back out and off the stage. The spotlight lands on me, and I notice I'm the only one left in the entire place.
"You mean everything...."

I put my mic back on the stand and look around hopelessly.
The sound of distant music plays. I look up and notice my friends leading everybody to a different location. With a tear rolling down my cheek, I smile and wave meekly. The sun is going down into darkness on the warm summer evening.

'Have a good summer, you guys. I'll miss you.'

Come on Eileen by Dexy's Midnight Runners (Save Ferris version)