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Hello,
I am a 10-year-old child, I just turned ten a week ago, and the party my mom and dad organized will always remain in my memories.
This is thanks to their passion for music: in fact, in addition to the classic decorations, cardboard cups with the names of the invited friends and a cute little bear drawn on them (blue for boys, pink for girls), colorful straws, and the usual mega cake overflowing with whipped cream, this year they invited a couple of guys to play music.
Initially, my friends were rather puzzled, perhaps they would have preferred the usual games that make you run, shout, and sweat, but I don’t blame them: not everyone gets to be educated in music, and although I was unaware until the last moment of this surprise, I was confident that mom and dad wouldn't disappoint me.
These two guys took only a few minutes to put the young audience at ease, thanks to their cheerful and sunny music played with any kind of gadget that came to hand: banjo, toy flutes, xylophone, harmonica.
From there to involving us with hand clapping and catchy choruses was a very short step: sure, we know little to nothing about English, but who cares...I'm turning 10, not 30!
After about half an hour, the Coca Cola break starts, and I take the opportunity to peek at the CD they brought with them: the cover looks like it was made by a child my age, and the song titles (translated by my dad, eh!) are absurd and silly (like "Fur Soft as Fur", "Warm Panda cola", "I'm Glad I Hitched My Apple Wagon to Your Star", "Sleeping with a Gun Under My Pillow", "I See Spiders When I Close My Eyes").
They start playing again, and in the meantime, some parents arrive to pick up their kids: in just a few moments, even they are hypnotized by the two minstrels, and I hear them make comparisons to bands I've heard of (Beach Boys, Beatles) and others I don’t know at all (hey, I'm still 10 years old, remember!): Byrds, Super Furry Animal, Belle & Sebastian.
When the little concert ends, we are all sweaty from jumping and dancing so clumsily like only kids know how to do, and the most curious thing is that Pete and Jof (that's their names) seem happier than us, as if the music had transported them away from their "grown-up" problems for an hour.
A mom arrives, sees her little boy exhausted and flushed, with his shirt untucked and an incredible grin on his face:
"What have you been up to? Look how sweaty you are! You must have been running, huh! I hope at least you didn't ruin anything in the house..."
...and she doesn't go on only because it's not nice to scold your child too much in public.
"Mom, it was amazing and different from the usual! There was a concert, you know? Those two guys over there made us have so much fun!"
"Really? Great idea! Come on, let's go thank them, we have to go home!"
I saw them coming back with the CD in hand; the mom bought it on trust after discovering that the name of the group is a distortion of a B-side by a singer she liked a lot when she was young: some Morrissey...meh...I don’t know him...but I repeat, I'm just 10 years old, I'll have time to find out who he is, won't I?
The parents say goodbye with handshakes, we kids with affectionate pecks on the cheeks, Pete and Jof eat their slice of cake and for fun smear it on each other's faces: they're really crazy!
But I like them, usually, I see many adults always serious and thoughtful, while I instead want to always stay carefree and happy like those two!
I'm still little, but I believe this was truly..."The Best Party Ever"!!!
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