Sounds Night -guaracha- - Aleteo- Zapateo----

Then, as the needle hit the final groove, silence again.

BAM. I am still here. BAM. You did not bury us. BAM. These streets are ours. Sounds Night -GUARACHA- ALETEO- ZAPATEO----

Sweat flew from his hair like sparks. The crowd stomped with him, a hundred heels hitting the pavement in a thunderous, ragged unison. The laundromat windows rattled. A car alarm wailed down the block, but nobody heard it over the zapateo. Then, as the needle hit the final groove, silence again