When I was at Ricks College (It's Ricks, not BYU-Idaho. I just can't refer to it as BYU-I.) I took a clog dancing class. I felt like an idiot the whole time, but loved it. At the end of the semester there was a MASSIVE clog dancing contest where people from all over the world showed up. Yeah, who'd have thought people from all over the world would go to Rexburg, Idaho for a clog dancing contest? Certainly not me. . . . Anyway, some people in my group wanted a lame song for our group's dance (our class was required to take part in the contest and so we split off into groups, I certainly wasn't about to volunteer to make a fool of myself in front of hundreds of people) and I nixed each song that came up. There was no way I was going to clog in front of a ton of people to a stupid song. I brought a couple CD's of my own. Yeah. I'm old. CD's, not MP3 or iPod or something else more technologically advanced than a boring ol' CD. Anyway, I brought the soundtrack to The Wedding Singer and played Video Killed the Radio Star. My group loved it and it got picked as the song we would dance to--sweet!
And because I nixed all the stupid songs, and because I brought a totally cool song, and because we were just awesome--we won.