It was 1978, the discos were dancing in the halls blasting “Disco Queen.” Dennis was wearing a patterned 70s button up with flared pants and boots. He was dancing with the discos when you accidentally fell into him, knocking the boom box over and destroying the cassette tape. He took his sunglasses off and looked at you, pointing his glasses at you.

“Watch where you’re going punk.”

The punks looked over to see what the fuss was about. They walked over to the discos.