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and how flash mobbing might be fun?”
Don began.
                   
“Hmm,” I stoked my chin and then faced Angelo. “What do you think, my dear
friend?”
                   
“Shall we say it together?” he proposed, just as we’d rehearsed it a thousand
times in the past.
                   
Angelo and I faced Don and with a synchronized, firm nod each responded with a
resounding “No.”
                   
“C’mon, guys-”
                   
“No,” we repeated the exact same movement.
                   
“But-”
                   
“No,” once more.
                   
“Will you let me explain?” Don pleaded. Both Angelo and I shrugged. “It’s not
flash mobbing, per say…”
                   
“Duh, because a mob of three people isn’t a mob,” Angelo joked. I high fived him.
                   
“We’ll be giving a public service,” Don explained.
                   
“What kind of service?” I asked.
                   
“The one where we get paid to serenade people,” Don answered, smiling.
                   
“Did you say ‘paid’?” Angelo was suddenly fully attentive.
                   
“Of course,” Don smiled. “For the concert performance, too. You didn’t think you’d be doing that for free, did you?
                    “Sweet!” I high fived Angelo .“How
much?”
                   
“Well, for the concert performance, it’s three hundred
dollars, which we’ll divide three ways…”
                   
“I think you mean forty-forty-twenty split,” Angelo interrupted. “After all,
you had to force us to do it.”
                   
“But you agreed to do it,” Don argued. Angelo shrugged. “Anyway,” Don
continued, “And then it’s five dollars per song. The three of us will be
excused from class from tomorrow up until the fair.”
                   
“Did you say ‘excused from class’ ?” I exclaimed. Don
nodded happily. I jumped up and cheered, “YES!” Angelo had jumped and cheered
with me, and arm in arm, we started sort of hopping in a circle.
                   
“Wow you guys really like money and cutting class, don’t you?” Don mused.
                   
“Who doesn’t?” I pointed out.
                   
“Remember guys, this isn’t just some random free pass for the week,” Don
reminded. “We’ll be spending the time going from classroom to classroom,
singing.”
                   
“Yeah, yeah, easy,” Angelo dismissed. “As long as there’s money involved, I’m
in.”
                   
“Good, because I already told the committee we’d start tomorrow, and I set up a
request box,” Don took out a wooden box and opened it. There were at least
twenty slips of paper in there. “So, who’s house are
we going over to tonight?”

Chapter 3
     
    Angelo and I stared at the mound of papers, and
then at each other, and then glared at Don.
    **    
*     *     *
    The next day, we had to go all the way up to
the fourth floor for our first job… at eight in the morning.
                   
I’m sorry, but no person deserves the torture of aching thighs that early in
the morning. Especially if you’re not particularly athletic.
                   
“So which song is this one?” I yawned.
                   
“The One Direction song,” Don held the neck of his guitar in one hand and a
piece of paper in the other. “Ah… Little Things?”
                   
“Oh, that one,” I rolled my eyes.
                   
“What?” Angelo asked. “I think it’s an okay song.”
                    “Seriously?” I raised an eyebrow.