Is this the real life?

Okay, I just need to talk about this one thing.

We have a place here in residence called Oasis, it’s basically a mini food court that’s open really late at night for all the partiers and cool kids.  I’ve been a few times, but I usually get my poutine and ditch, mostly because I have no one to sit with and the music sucks and is too loud.

Well, late last night (really it was very early this morning) I went with seven friends, found a table and we bought twelve songs.  What happened next was epic.

Bohemian Rhapsody (a song that you have to sing, whether you want to or not) came on, and the guy at the cash turned it up for us, and we just started belting out this song in the middle of a fairly packed Oasis.  We get some weird looks, but we don’t give a crap – it’s Bohemian Rhapsody!  

Then, we hear it.  

Across the room, another group of students started singing with us.  We were practically singing the song to each other across the room with fist pumps, drumming, and head banging.  

Little by little, people started joining in until we had basically the entire student population of Oasis singing this song with us.

We harmonized and grooved along until the end, and then went back to our conversations as if nothing had happened, but I thought to myself, “This is what makes people awesome.  The fact that THAT just happened… wow.”

I don’t know why, but it was just so cool.  We didn’t know the other people singing, but it didn’t matter.  Bohemian Rhapsody united us that night in such a way as I had scarcely seen before, especially at Oasis.

Any way the wind blows.

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