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"Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for a place to go
Where they play the right music
Getting in the swing
You come to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music
Everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance

You are the dancing queen
Young and sweet
Only seventeen
Dancing queen
Feel the beat from the tambourine, oh yeah
You can dance
You can jive
Having the time of your life
Ooh, see that girl
Watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen"

DANCING QUEEN, A B B A

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"I missed you so much!" Patty screamed over the music so I could hear her. We were now entering in the party Patty wanted so much to go. It wasn't a club, like I was expecting. Instead, it was a big house, not as big as Harry's, but it was pretty big.

Apparently, a close friend of her boyfriend is throwing up a party in his house because his parents left the town for the weekend. Typical American teenager. The inside of the house looked exactly like in the movies. There were drunk, sweaty and barely clothed bodies doing what they call 'dancing' to the sound of the loud music, with red cups full of bear in their unstoppable hands and making out with unknown people. I don't think I'll ever get used to this.

I turned to Patty, "I missed you too, Patty. But I thought your boyfriend lived in Long Island." I admitted.

"No, where did you get that idea? He lives in Upper East Side and he was the one who convinced me to study here, in Manhattan." she explained and only after a few seconds I understood what she said, since the music was so loud that I could barely hear her, "Come! Let's find Jackson."

She grabbed my hand and we walked towards a smaller division, obviously the kitchen. It wasn't as much crowded as the living room, which I was thankful for. There were only a few group of friends and a couple making out in the counter. I don't understand how can people do this in public, don't they feel like they need their privacy? I'm obviously inexperienced, but isn't making out something personal and private?

Patty looked around the kitchen, "He's not here, but guess what is!" she pointed to a few red cups a some bottles of alcoholic drinks, making me shake my head.

"I don't drink." I pointed out and she rolled her eyes. She looked so beautiful with her short tight black dress and heels, while I was standing there awkwardly with a pink summer dress paired with some white ankle strap heels. I have no problem with my clothes, but I do realize that someone else dresses differently from me in this type of events. I wasn't planning to go to a party when I picked my clothes this morning and even if I was, I would never dress like them. I have what I like to call, self dignity.

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