American Pie Google Docs [ 90% AUTHENTIC ]

I fumbled for the clock radio on my nightstand. Static hissed for a second, then that familiar piano intro cut through.

check twitter.

you hearing this??

Mine.

ok this is creepy now

I pulled the curtain back. The streetlight outside my apartment was flickering in time with the drumbeat. Across the road, three neighbors stood on their porches, motionless, just listening. A dog howled somewhere far away—but it was howling the melody.

what?

"Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye... singing this'll be the day that I die..."