You Can't Spell Disco without C D

"I'm going to tell you my secret shame. I get Kool and the Gang mixed up with Earth, Wind, and Fire. And vice-versa. All the time." I blushed. "They've threatened to kick me off the roller disco team over this."

“Ma’am, CDs are 50% off, aisle 3,” said the clerk. He seemed too young to know what CDs were, but 50% off was a bargain! Joining the roller disco team was the best thing to ever happen to me. Quickly, I bought every Kool and the Gang and Earth, Wind, and Fire album I could find.

I even decided to grab some My Chemical Romance for those old-school emo days, and a bunch of early Now That’s What I Call Music volumes for nostalgia’s sake. At 50% off, and with CDs going obsolete, the surprising grand total for my fat stack of discs was only

3.45$. I was bored as I looked around the old CD store. “How are you doing?” I asked the cashier. “Good”. I took the CDs and walked out of the store. I could see the old style, Victorian buildings tower over me 3 stories as I walked down the sidewalk.

I rifled through the albums in my bag, tall buildings looking over me. “Barb Springfield,” “Sonny Brown,” “Dirk Doonesbury”—all first editions. I’d made out like a bandit but would I get away with it? I looked over my shoulder, clutching my Discman, before ducking into an alley.

I fumbled a Stacy Needborough CD out of its case and hit play, letting the words wash over me. “Can’t get nuff even if ya got nuff.” As the sitar solo swelled, I began freestyle rapping, eyes closed. By the time I opened them, a crowd had gathered, awed. That was the beginning.