Sting's POV

I sit on my bed, playing some records, contemplating my day. Another day of trying so hard to be liked, another day of trying to maybe get a girl to tolerate me enough to go to the dance with me. Why do I even bother anymore?

I lean back, and fall down on the mattress. However, I hear a call from my mother, "Sting, I have a phone call for you!"

"Okay, mum!" then I run downstairs. She hands the phone to me, and I say, "Hello?"

"Hey, Gordon!" oh goodness, it's Jim Morrison. He's just calling to brag that he's going with Grace Slick. "So, you know the dance?" Dammit....

"Um, yeah. Of course I know the dance, you idiot," I say snippy and depressed. I can't help my moods. I calm down a bit and say, "So, what about this special dance of yours?"

Jim laughs and replies, "I have a date for you, you idiot!" I stand there, slightly shocked, and my mom even chuckles a bit. "Well, what to know who it is?"

I smile and ask, "Well, who is it?!"

"You know that one girl, Joan, the one that is a little edgy but she's still really sweet and all?" Jim says, "It's her!"

I really can't help but smile now. "Oh my God, Jim! That's terrific! Say, what was she doing without a date, though?"

"I don't know," he says. "All I know is Grace has a cool friend named Joan who needed a date, so don't argue with it you little dip!"

I start thinking, I'm not ready for some dance! "Jim, I'd love to talk more, but I've got to go!" I guess I've got to get ready for the dance, now! I slam down the phone, and pray Jim doesn't take offense.

I run to my closet, and I locate my old, crappy looking suit. No, I wouldn't be caught dead in this. I have no better resort then to call the guy who is the absolute sharpest dresser in the school.

I run down to the telephone, and my mother gives me a disturbed look. I dial in the number and say, "Hey, David, David Bowie?"

"What's up, Sting?" he answers.

"I must ask, do you have a suit that you won't be using tomorrow?" I shake a bit, as I am filled with complete excitement.

"Why, yes! I've got one that is just a plain gray that my dad bought me," I can hear him heading over to the closet one the other end. "Yes, I'll be wearing a powder blue one. I much prefer bolder colors. Do you at least have your own shirt and tie?"

"Of course I do, David," I respond.

"Well, good. This will definitely fit you. I'll bring it into school tomorrow, man," I breath a sigh of relief. Who knew in moments notice you could be ready for a dance.

"Great, man," I smile even more. "See you tomorrow. I put the phone down, this time much less rudely."

Yes, I guess I am ready to dance away tomorrow!

I wonder what other dance preparation adventures are going on around here?

Keith Moon POV

Okay, so I have this fabulous white suit I'll be wearing. I'm debating whether or not to pull into the girl's driveway in a limo that I can steal.

Freddie Mercury POV

That's it! I finished booking restaurant, hair, nail, and makeup reservations for me and Mary! It will be a splendidly romantic day for the both of us, and I absolutely can't wait!

Mick Jagger POV

David will be rocking the powder blue, so naturally I've got to match. We will be such a sharp couple. We both will be painting our nails powder blue, so we will be a blue vision!

Jimmy Page POV

I can only pray that I will be good enough for Stevie. She is absolutely gorgeous and so sweet, but I don't think I'll be good enough for her. I really want to try my best tomorrow, I really do.

Marc Bolan POV

Somehow, I don't have a date! However, I'm just going to waltz into the hall in my glittering one piece and steal everyone's attention. Then, by defeat, a girl will come to me and my problem is solved. Yes, I'm aware that isn't the best plan, but it's my plan and I'm sticking to it!

Within twenty four hours, the whole school will be gathered together for the dance. But what may transpire before boggles the imagination.