It was a night that will be remembered for ages. The disco party that was meant to be the epitome of funk and flair had turned into a catastrophe. The DJ had gotten too close to the strobe light, and the whole room had started to spin out of control.
The once-trendy dance floor had become a sea of stumbling, flailing bodies. The music had turned from the Bee Gees to the sounds of wailing sirens. The air was thick with the acrid smell of smoke and desperation.
And that's when the fire alarm went off, plunging the room into darkness. The patrons were forced to make their way through the smoke-filled hallway, tripping over each other in their panic.
Some say it was the end of the disco era. Others claim it was just a minor setback. But one thing is certain: the Flaming Fiasco of '76 will never be forgotten.