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Blame it on the pop, blame it on the dance, blame it on the r o c k n' r o l lxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Blame it on the feeling of the music deep insi-i-i-i-ide your s o u lxxxxxxxxxxxxx
We got the pop, we got the dance, we got the rockn' elcetronic c l u b b e a t sxxxxxxxxxxxxx
We got the hip-hop music with the future f l o wxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxஐxxAlan had been late for his first class, this being his first day at this school, he'd gotten lost. He'd been at a different school the year previous, and was so used to it that this one had him all mixed around. He'd made it alright though, not too long after the late bell, and the teacher being a female, was totally wooed by his thick french accent. It sometimes marred his words, making it a little hard to understand him, along with his difficulty speaking English. He'd tried to learn back home in France, in anticipation for the day he'd set out to find his mother, and he'd picked up some more when he was actually here, but he still didn't understand it quite well. Sometimes it lead him to becoming frustrated and giving up, turning to french in his irritation, which very few people here actually had learned. 
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