Author's Note: I've decided to give the chapters actual titles. Sorry for any confusion. :P

Over the weekend, Scar took the lyric book home and rewrote the music for the boys. While she was doing that, in any spare time I had, I was calling up local bars and city officials to see if Wyld Stallyns could play somewhere, even in the park. I was only good on the phone for business, it seemed.

The week at school seemed to go by really fast, and I started noticing the boys a lot more. River and I shared an art class. Bill and I had the same science class.

I really don't know how I'd missed then so much before.

They even changed their schedules around so the whole team could have lunch together. By a miracle, they all got it.

Today, I had good news, and Ted had sandwiches.

He passed out grilled cheeses from home to all of us with the exception of River. At first, I thought it was rude that he didn't bring his other friend a sandwich, until it was revealed that River was vegan, and thus didn't eat cheese. He had brought his own lunch anyway.

We all sat around the table, now way more crowded than when it was just Scar and I. Scarlet took out the Stallyns' book.

"Almost got detention for writing in this during class, but it only took me 5 days to fix up every song in here," Scar seemed really proud of herself, and the boys applauded.

"I've got news too," I grinned, almost bouncing in my seat. I was getting closer to them every day, slowly opening up to where I started showing excitement, no matter how nerdy it made me look.

All heads turned to me.

"I got a call back from this place called The Arrow, and they have an opening for Wyld Stallyns to play! You'll be opening for a band who plays there a lot called Bystander. They want you to have 3 or 4 songs ready to play for next weekend!"

Bill and Ted looked ready to explode. Ted jumped from his seat and picked me up in a hug, spinning me around. As soon as my feet hit the floor, Bill latched on, squeezing so tight I was glad I hadn't eaten yet.

"Most excellent news, babe!" Ted cried, holding me at arms length. He was absolutely beaming, before his smile faltered and his face flushed crimson as he realized what he said. "I-I-I mean..."

I had a bit of courage left in me from the excitement and kissed Ted on the cheek.

I played it off really quickly so he wouldn't be embarrassed anymore and also pressed a little kiss to Bill's cheek. Bill beamed, and it was like staring into the sun.

I moved in to kiss River, but when he stood up for a hug, he beat me to it.

It was really cool, I'd never actually had anyone kiss me before, romantically or friendly, aside from my family.

"I'll settle for the hug, thanks," Scarlet joked, wrapping an arm around me. My face was red. I can't believe I actually did that. It was friendly, of course, just a friendly gesture, but still pretty shocking for me.

I grinned as we sat back down, with my hand against my cheek where I'd been kissed.

***

Friday came like a freight train in the middle of the night, loud and sudden, and the boys seemed really stressed out.

They were backstage at The Arrow. I'd dressed Bill and Ted up myself, not too different than they usually looked. They both wore their favorite jackets over top a band shirt. Ted had Van Halen, and Bill was sporting Iron Maiden.

I may have been overdressed the first time I'd met up officially with the boys, but today, I didn't care. I was dressed to the nines, hair and makeup done up, and I'd even cleaned my glasses. I wore a white blouse with a maroon tie, as well as my black jacket and skirt. I even tortured my feet with some high heels.

I'd spoken to the manager, who sent us backstage to a dressing room so we could sit and wait. Bystander was already there, and didn't give much acknowledgement to their opening act, except for the drummer giving us a once-over.

Ted sat down in a chair, staring straight forward, pale faced and wide-eyed.

"Are you okay, man?" I asked him in a whisper, in case the headset was on.

"I-I-I think I need a bucket...," Ted croaked, the little bit of color in his face vanishing.

"River, get him a bucket!" I said frantically.

River, in his jacket and jeans, sped off and returned with a small metal bucket. As soon as Ted got his hands around it, he ducked his head and gagged. I patted him on the back while trying not to get sick myself.

"I should go wash this out," Ted said feebly. When he returned a minute later, the color was back in his face.

Bill was pacing in tight, frantic circles, guitar on his back bouncing. He kept running his fingers through his curls and breathing heavily.

Rusty, the stage manager, poked his head into the dressing room.
"Five minutes, guys, get ready."

Ted looked up, scared. "River, I think I need that bucket again..."

"No you don't," Scar quickly countered, putting a finger under his chin and making him look up. "You guys have got this. You've been practicing all week."

Ted's face was green.

"Set list," I finally said, "You open with--"

"What Rock Is," Ted answered.

"And then?"

"Broken Record," Bill chimed in, stopping his pacing and wringing his hands.

"Then what?" I prompted, reigning in Bill and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"We cover Pour Some Sugar On Me," Ted remembered.

"And what do you close with?" River asked.

"Boys and Girls," Bill and Ted breathed a sigh of relief. Just remembering their songs in order must have taken a weight off their shoulders.

"Okay boys, two minutes, you should get into your spots...," I coaxed, taking them both by the hand. I felt a bit like the mother of the group. Ted squeezed my hand really hard, and I think Bill was digging his heels in the floor.

"You've got this," Scar encouraged, with a rock on sign. "Stallyns don't get stage fright!"

"Stallyns don't get stage fright...," Bill repeated under his breath. I could see his confidence growing already. "Yeah! We don't! Ted, dude, if we can go on front of all of San Dimas High, we can tackle The Arrow no problem!"

Ted perked up as well, and the two of them shared a meaningful air guitar riff.

"Break a leg, guys," I whispered, kissing them both on the cheek for luck. I think I saw them blush before Rusty got them onstage.

"HELLO ARROW, ARE YOU READY TO ROCK TONIGHT?!" They shouted together.

"I am Bill S. Preston, Esquire!"

"And I am Ted 'Theodore' Logan!"

"And together, we are--"

"--WYLD STALLYNS!"