What on earth is taking place? Over here, ten teenage kids in green tops and white miniskirts are jerking their heads into the air, then locking elbows, back to back, to form a herd of lurching pushmi-pullyus. Over there, a gang of pink-lipsticked, sunglassed young blonds, in matching scarlet outfits, have gathered in a circle around a giant radio and are joining together in a chorus of banshee wails. And all about, twirling, swirling, waving their hands in the air Al Jolson-style or vaulting on top of one another's shoulders are girls with turquoise streaks in their tresses, girls with gold...
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