That year, "Gasolina" was the best-received song on the dance floor at my school disco. But "Gasolina" never went away in fact, it grew bigger each day, until it was at the top of the charts worldwide. Upon my return to Florida, I expected the song to be overlooked, played sporadically on the handful of Hispanic radio stations, fading away with time. Unsurprisingly, "Gasolina" was everywhere-the airport, the radio in my grandpa's car, the bodega next door. A few days later, I left Florida to visit my family in Venezuela.
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