First of like to say WHAT THE HECK WHY DOES THIS HAVE 2000 READS HOLY TOLEDO HUGS TO YOU ALL I LOVE YOU ASFGBGFFGHJKFSDJKL

Secondly, this is an entry for xImmortalDixonx 's and oblivious-skywalker 's imagine contests. (Is that okay if i submit one for both? Is that cheating??) I swear I will get around to the other imagines please don't hate me. ((Can this count as an entry? If not I have another idea I can do. If either of you want a different entry, hit me up and I'll do it different.))

The year was 1991. New Kids on the Block were set to play the Superbowl halftime show in Tampa, Florida.

Except Bill S. Preston, Esquire, and Ted 'Theodore' Logan had other plans.

It took them several weeks to follow through, but they bought tickets to the Superbowl. It cost them 7 months paychecks combined from Pretzels And Cheese, but they got nosebleed seats and plane tickets.

They packed up their guitars the night before, and honestly, they were kinda scared out of their wits.

They were sharing an apartment at the time, and Ted sat, knees tucked up to his chin, hands shaking.

"You sure this is gonna work, dude?"

"'Course, Ted! Why wouldn't it?" Bill responded, shaking in excitement himself.

"Well, it's just... we don't exactly look like New Kids on the Block." Ted shrugged, fiddling with his bracelet. It was almost midnight. Their plane left in 6 hours, but neither of them were tired.

They were anxious as anything, their knees shaking and minds racing.

Even though the lights were off and they pretended to sleep, they were both wide awake.

Going on 3 hours of sleep, the boys headed to the airport the very next day, guitars on their back, tickets in their pockets, and a song in their hearts.

Wyld Stallyns was going to the Superbowl. They just had to get on the stage first.

Ted passed out against the window of the plane and tucked in for the flight, his guitar in the overhead compartment with Bill's. He had his lucky pick on a chain around his neck.

Bill had a lucky pick as well, and since he couldn't bring himself to fall asleep, it hanging from his mouth. It was a nervous habit, just a little oral fixation when he was nervous.

Tampa, Florida was nice. The weather was pretty comfortable, and the city was most bodacious. The boys wandered with guitars on their backs and a backpack full of snacks.

They made their way to the stadium after grabbing lunch and trying to eat. They hardly got anything from the nerves, but the soup was good, at least.

They flashed their tickets at the stadium entrance and followed the arrows to the way top. The stadium looked like a little patch of green, and the people like little dots of color. They didn't know the teams playing, they just knew they had to get backstage.

There was a little group of men in suits heading into a back room. Now or Never.

Bill took out his drivers license and held it between his fingers while simultaneously squeezing his little plastic pick between his teeth.

Bill and Ted slipped in, heads ducked down, hidden behind the large bodyguards.

After getting into the little hallways, they slid away from any witnesses.

"Ready dude?" Bill asked, shaking.

"Totally, dude," they shared an air guitar riff, then inhaled deeply.

"Let's go left," Bill decided, and they slinked down several flights of stairs.

Down at the field, it was crazy, security buzzing left and right. They found a little opening in the door and started to push through.

Ted snuck his way through, but Bill felt his jacket snagged by a large, surly guard.

"Where do you think you're going?!" He snarled. Bill paled, looking up at the buff man in a suit.

"Uhhh....,"

"Look! The Goodyear Blimp!" Ted shouted suddenly. As the guard looked away, Ted grabbed Bill by the hand and pulled him the rest of the way.

They stampeded through the halls, around a corner and --WHAM!

Bill and Ted looked up, and their jaws fell to the floor.

"Bill?"

"Yes, Ted my friend?"

"We just ran into New Kids on the Block,"

"I see that, Ted," Bill whsipered. He dusted himself off. "I'm very sorry, Mr. Block Dude!"

"We were lost!" Ted lied. "We're totally dumb!"

Bill smacked him on the back of the head.

"Nah, dude. We're the stage managers," Bill said, folding his arms across his chest. "And... and we just got a memo saying that you have to let this most triumphant band, Wyld Stallyns, open for you dudes today!"

"Or you're fired!" Ted added, nodding sharply and folding his arms.

The boys exchanged nervous glances as they watched the band contemplate their new offer.

"...Okay,"

"What?!" Bill and Ted dropped their professional acts and high fived each other. "Excellent!!" They air guitarred happily, then quickly folded their arms again.

"Good. Now, uh, get to your places, dudes! Stat!" Ted cried, eyebrows furrowed nervously.

New Kids on the Block walked off and Wyld Stallyns breathed a massive sigh of relief and went to hide behind some curtains until halftime.

The crowd roared as the players scored. They could hardly hear the commentary. They just stood together, huddled behind a thick black curtain.

They'd never admit it as long as they lived, but they were squeezing each others' hands for dear life. Bill had the pick in his mouth again, running his tongue along the jagged plastic edge.

"You ready dude?" Ted whispered. "It's do or die time."

"Definitely do time," Bill grunted nervously. "You think we know enough?"

"Nothing we can do now...,"

"I'm gonna puke, dude...,"

"...And please welcome to the stage--" the voice boomed from outside. Bill and Ted darted from their hiding spot with their guitars in hand. They got to center stage faster than humanly possible. The crowd rushed the stage, expecting the anticipated halftime band. The screams and camera flashes were way too overwhelming.

"--Your halftime performance for the Superbowl--"

Bill and Ted grabbed the mic and cut off the announcers.

"WYLD STALLYNS!!!"

The crowd cheered less than enthusiastically, more confused than anything.

"Hello Tampa, Florida!" Bill shouted. His voice echoed all around the stadium. "I am Bill S. Preston, Esquire!"

"And I am Ted 'Theodore' Logan!"

"ARE YOU GUYS READY TO ROCK TONIGHT?!" They chorused.

The crowd took to them nicely, despite their obviously lack of New Kids.

"One!"

"Two!"

"One, two, three, four!"

Music blared from the speakers and radiated throughout the crowd. The boys braced themselves for impact, but we're pleasantly surprised that they sounded good. The crowd erupted. Ted threw a punch in the air and followed one of the cameras, giving a devilish smirk that was sure to win the hearts of all the women watching.

Bill was on his knees at the edge of the stage, and several people were touching his legs and arms. For the chorus, the boys joined in the middle of the stage, one mic between their faces.

"God gave rock and roll to you,
Gave rock and roll to you.
Put it in the soul of everyone...,"

They hugged, and hugged tight. They finally did it. Live coverage from the Superbowl. They were going to go down in history.

New Kids came out not long after and joined them for a collaborative rendition of New Kids' Step by Step. By the end of it, the guys were sweating. Ted actually jumped into Bill's arms from excitement.

Nothing they ever did would ever live up to that moment, the night Wyld Stallyns crashed the 1991 Superbowl halftime show, and won the hearts of millions.

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The year Bill and Ted 3 comes out, Alex and Keanu should crash the Superbowl halftime show as Wyld Stallyns and sing something. Please make this a thing.
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Also, I did actual research for this!! You impressed yet? XD Hope you dudes enjoyed this! I'll get on the other imagines ASAP!
Be excellent to each other and party on dudes! \m/