Disclaimer: I do not own Sarah and Jareth, Jim Henson does. I do however own Leslie and the bar! :D

Sarah Williams did not like partying at all. She'd tried it a couple times, but found that however much fun it was to lose control, the morning after was not worth the trouble. So why on earth was she sitting here at a karaoke bar nursing her drink? "That's the $50,000 dollar question." she sighed. Sarah cast her gaze over the dance floor her mind a world away in a crystal ballroom. "Sarah!" Leslie, her best friend, came charging over to Sarah. "You're not planning on sulking in a corner all night are you?" Sarah grimaced, "I'm not. But neither am I planning to go out on the dance floor and let some random guy grope me." Leslie pouted. "Then at least go check out the karaoke machine! You may find a guy there who's ready to serenade you!" Sarah sighed, looked at Leslie's expectant face and decided to give it a shot. Besides, what's the worst that could happen? The King of the Goblins suddenly showing up at he bar she was at? Sarah set down her glass in defeat and Leslie's grin grew wider, "Excellent! The stage is in that corner" she pointed across the room," I'll be on the dance floor, now go get 'em tiger!" Sarah stalked over in the direction her friend had pointed, when she suddenly stopped and let out a low angry hiss. She had spotted a head of white blonde hair that looked like that if it was let out of its ponytail would be very similar to how HIS hair would be. "Stupid, you're making things up! Either that or someone spiked my drink." she thought. But when the man turned his head to look at something, Sarah quickly changed her mind that it was a figment of her imagination. Her problems had just multiplied by one hundred!