Polka's not dead, but it will make you wish you were.

I'm laying awake in bed. I look over at my clock to see the time "3:41 AM" I try to fall back asleep but I hear something. Its a sound thats not quite there but at the same time I can hear it as if it's a song stuck in my head... Maybe because it is a song in my head. I hear it every night, not the same song but it might as well be... they are all the same. It starts with a simple 2/4 rythm being played by a lonely tuba but as time goes on, more and more instruments join in. Louder and louder, bigger and bigger! There's no stopping the polka beat. I look out my window over to my friend James's room across the street from me. He looks back at me, grabs his flashlight and clicks it twice. I knew it! I wasn't the only one to be woken by this dreaded music! I grab my own flashlight and flash it twice back at him.The next thing I know all my friends and I are gathered under the brightness of a streetlight. "What are we going to do?" my friend Alex asked. "I don't know if there's anything we CAN do." I replied. "Our parents can't hear it and we can't tell the police. They'll think it's a prank."
"Are we going to live with this horrible music forever?" my other friend, William asked."No!" James said loudly. "We'll find a way to get rid of the polka!"
Suddenly, a bright flash of light appeared out of nowhere making my friends and me cover our eyes. When we opened them we found ourselves looking at a very odd looking lady. She looked like she had come straight from the past and yet... familiar. and then she spoke. "Greetings future children. I am aware you have been having trouble with the music.I am Rebecca Rolfe and I have come to banish it once again from this city." "Hey! I know that name!" Alex said bravely."Are you the indian Pocahontas?" The woman smiled at Alex and calmly said "I do not go by that name anymore. I don't have much time so if you wish for the music to leave here we must all join hands." She outstreached her hand and I took it in mine. The five of us made a circle and we closed our eyes and Pocahontas began to speak...

"Polka... in the name of me and music lovers everywhere...
Find your way home.
You do not belong here.
Go back to where you came from and let this world crumble under the power
of rapping and bad K-pop music videos.
In the name of new age boy bands... I banish you...
I BANISH YOU!!!"

When I opened my eyes I was not holding her hand but instead Alex's hand. None of us knew what to say. We all said good night and headed home.
And for the first time in a long time I had a good nights sleep.

Although every once in a while I can still hear it, but when I remember HER... its all alright.