"Ah say yay'ah!" "Ah say yay'ah!" "Ah say yay'ah!"

It was cold. The old movie theater was stripped bare. The walls had no decoration. Everyone was wearing a coat. Except one brave, tiny girl with bare shoulders. She was attempting to enjoy the music by dancing. Whipping hips back and forth.

"How ya doin' Kansas City?"

No response.

The throbbing instruments physically shook bodies in the hall with awful music.

"Ah say yay'ah!"

I finished my O'Dells and tossed the plastic cup in the trash.

We were in Lawrence, Kansas. Sorry Bob Marley. I left the building.