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I see a quarter on the ground, flashing yellow, red and blue in reflection of the blinking lights. I really want it, I can't stop gazing at it, but when I reach for it, a shoe nearly gets my fingers and begins to teasingly slide the quarter across the dusty gym floor, pointing its toe at me to look back and see if it caught my attention. A black shoe, classic and thick, not shiny. Standing at the bottom of worn jeans, a black pinstripe shirt that's buttoned down and dressed up. And a black baseball cap surrounded by the jutting edges of brown hair. Bike boy doesn't usually dress like this, I wonder what led him to pick this apparel. I follow him at first, mesmerized, but then finally realizing what I'm doing, I stop. He apparently gets the same feeling and slides the quarter off into the rest of the dancing feet.
Me and Megan are jumping around carelessly to beats later on in our own world. I'm concentrating my gaze on the lights and that boy in the red shirt with the thick-rimmed glasses and short black hair standing in front of me, watching everything I do, but I don't care. I start jumping higher when the long carried out word "CRAAAAAAZY" comes again in the chorus, look down and there is the quarter between my feet, reflecting it's primary colors.