On the way to school this morning, Evan and I were rocking out to our new favorite radio station. It's 93.1 here in Las Vegas, you know the one where Ryan Seacrest seems to be the DJ 24/7 and they only play super awesome dance music?
Anyway, we were having a dance off to get us going at such an ungodly hour. He would do a super-sweet-dance-move then point to me and it would be my turn to do a super-sweet-dance-move. It was awesome. Like Step Up 3-D awesome (not really that awesome).
All of a sudden I heard a familiar beat. I turned up the radio just as she started singing...
"Super ★ Where you from? How's it goin'?"
Just then Evan asked me, "Is this Britney?"
To which I replied, "Heck yes it is!" and turned up the radio a little more. I began singing, and shaking my butt as much as the car seat would allow.
A few seconds later, Evan says under his breath, "Get it girl..." I assume he was talking to Brit-Brit through the radio.
I gave him a questioning glance.
"I'm really rooting for her." He stated, matter-of-factly.