Robert Irwin & I

When all goes wrong, sing a song

Notice that in the "flash mob scene," I regard to the iconic Hoedown Throwdown scene in "Hannah Montana: The Movie." If you haven't seen the movie (which you should), I would recommend watching the scene before reading. Enjoy fellas!

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Rosa's plan was officially all decked out, and she deeply wished that it would work out.

She knew, Robert and his family still were in New York City, and she also knew that this Tuesday afternoon, 4:30 pm, they would be in Central Park for a wildlife-meet-up. Bindi had ended her silence on social media to post about the big event, and Rosa knew thousands upon thousands of people would come to see the Irwins. What they didn't know, was that they also would see the flash mob of their lives!

Luckily for Rosa, her mom was going on a business trip this very Monday to Wednesday, in New York City, and Rosa had begged her to join. Usually her mother wouldn't agree to it, but lately Rosa had been so depressed, and if the business trip was the only thing that could make her joyful again, then of course she was allowed to come.

Rosa had Sunday night called an amazing dance studio centered a little outside The Big Apple, asking them to join her for her epic flash mob. Rosa sent them a video of herself dancing the choreography consisting of the dance moves:

Pop it, lock it, polka dot it
Country-fy then hip hop it
Put your hawk in the sky, side to side
Jump to the left, stick it, glide

Rosa was willing to pay them all her pocket money, perhaps even her soul, for them to come join her. They finally agreed to it.

Early Monday morning, Rosa and her mom boarded the plane. Her mother realized Rosa was looking very nervous and was shaking, but she just assumed it was from nostalgia of the emotional traumatization, she had been feeling the last time she flew on a plane.

Time goes very slow, when you're waiting for an exact moment. The rest of Monday and Tuesday morning was spent on the last small details. Her sparkly outfit, the microphone etc.

Her mom had went to a meeting Tuesday afternoon, and Rosa had promised to stay at the hotel, but in reality she was going to Central Park in just a few minutes. This will be my last lie, Rosa promised herself.

When she walked down the busy and confusing streets of New York, dressed in all glitter, with a huge boom box and speaker, a couple of people gave her weird looks and pointed fingers at her, but Rosa did not care. She was determined. Robert Irwin, here I come, she thought. But it took a while because Rosa got lost in the big city about 27 times.

Eventually, after many Google Maps searches, she entered Central Park, and she immediately saw her dancers wearing the same sparkly outfits as her, and they were stretching out. About 50 meters away, she saw a huge queue to what appeared to be the Irwins' meet up.

"Okay, so are we all ready!" Rosa shouted to her dancers. They nodded, smiled, and stood ready in their planned positions. "Okay! Here we go!" Rosa roared, and pressed "play" on the boom box, and "on" on her microphone that was connected to the speaker.

"Boom boom clap, boom de clap de clap
Boom boom clap, boom de clap de clap
Boom boom clap, boom de clap de clap
Boom boom clap, boom de clap de clap"

Rosa's dancer's were clapping to the beat, and the nearby people immediately turned their heads around, shocked by the sudden, loud sound.

Try it with me, here we go

Boom boom clap, boom de clap de clap
(Whoa oh oh)
(That's right!)
Boom de clap de clap
Boom boom clap, boom de clap de clap
(Whoa oh oh)