“Come on slow poke. They’re waiting for us,” Tracy urged.
“This thing is heavy,” I whined. “Why do I have to carry the radio?”
“Cause I said so.”
I stuck out my tongue and rolled my eyes. Tracy loved being bossy. Stupid bossy face.
“Hey you guys. Over here,” Danielle called and waved. “I want pretty blonde pigtails and that yellow dress,” I thought.
“Ok, I’m going first,” Tracy stated and jumped on the concrete cistern cover.
Danielle and Kim sat in the grass Indian style.
I sat the boom box on the back edge of the stage behind Tracy.
“Put in the tape,” Tracy commanded. I followed directions and put in Mom’s Olivia Newton John tape. Tracy belted out the lyrics to “Physical.” Danielle and Kim jumped on stage with her and sang along.
They finished with Olivia and put in several other tapes.
I watched from the grass, smiling. After they tired out they let me take a turn. I don’t sign so good but I could lip sync. I put in Peter, Paul and Mary.
I closed my eyes, swayed to the music and stretched my arms wide. My 5 year old heart swelled with the sorrow and regret conveyed in the chorus lyrics, “So kiss me and smile for me. Tell me that you’ll wait for me. Hold me like you’ll never let me go. ‘Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane, Don’t know when I’ll be back again. babe, I hate to go.”