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Whoa, the wind is absolutely howling outside. It’s very distracting. The entire house is creaking. This time of year, it should be raining and cold, like Wuthering Heights, but it’s eight-fifteen at night, dry as an old bone, and it’s still 62 degrees. Thank you, El Niño.
I also just realized I set a couple of things in the 1970s when they should have been a decade earlier.
Protagonist 1 is not a hippie girl. She’s closer to being mod, which is a subculture of the 1960s that originated in England. Just for fun, I might make her flirt with the crunchy granola subculture, though.
For tonight’s video, I’d like to share some of the music she might have danced to in her wild youth. It includes this legendary song performed by Johnny Rivers.
This looks utterly HILARIOUS now. Keep your eye on the background dancers. They look like they came straight from the office to shoot this. Check out their moves, man.
Ask your parents or grandparents if they remember this and let me know what they say.