Jackie smiled eagerly as Russ Evans slipped her a small laminated card. "Thank you SO much, Russ," she cooed at him as she took her newly made fake ID.

Donna stepped out from behind Jackie to take hers from Russ. "Yeah, thanks Russ. We really appreciate you doing this on such short notice."

"No problem," he said. "It's a business." He shrugged and headed off.

Jackie grabbed Donna by the wrist and excitedly ran over to the side of the dining hall, where they wouldn't be seen by anyone, particularly teachers. "Let's look at our IDs!" she said.

Donna turned hers over and immediately raised her eyebrows in confusion. "What the hell?" She was looking down at a picture of a blonde woman of about 25. "This doesn't look anything like me. Reba Smitty? 6'1"? From South Carolina?"

Jackie was too busy being outraged about her own ID to look at Donna's. "Donna, can we please focus on me? This is horrible!" She passed her ID to Donna to reveal a rather unattractive Hispanic woman. "He made me foreign, Donna!" She looked down at the card. "And my name is Betsy Margarita! What a joke!"

"This is such a rip off," said Donna. "I guess getting last minute fake IDs is a bad idea. Russ didn't have time to take pictures of us."

Jackie made a whining noise. "Donna, they're going to think I'm a foreigner. How am I supposed to live with that?"

"I'm out of ideas, Jackie," Donna said dejectedly. "I don't know if there's anything else we can do."

The two friends sighed, realizing their defeat. "I want my money back from Russ," Jackie grumbled. "And from stupid Laurie."

"I don't think there's much we can do about that," Donna replied.

Jackie's eyes suddenly lit up. She stood up straight and turned to Donna. "Oh my god. You know what we could do?"

"What?" Donna asked.

"Make ourselves look like the people in our IDs," Jackie began.

"You want to look like a foreigner?"

"No! But as soon as we get into the club we can run to the bathroom and I can turn back into my beautiful self," Jackie explained, nodding enthusiastically.

"That could potentially work," Donna began, "but don't you think it'd be worth it to try getting into the club as we are? We could always say the pictures are old. And it'll probably be dark."

Jackie shrugged. "I guess it could work."

So that's why, that Friday night, Jackie and Donna were standing in the long line outside of the club, looking exactly like themselves. Jackie's hair was stacked onto her head, loose curls falling down on her bare shoulders. She was wearing a sleek purple dress with a short, fuzzy silver jacket and silver heels. Her dark make-up made her look older than fifteen, though she still probably couldn't pass for a day over seventeen. Donna on the other hand had opted for a simpler outfit. She was dressed in a sparkly striped tank top with tight black pants and wedge heels. The two friends stood in line, trying to look like they weren't completely out of place.

"Look, Donna," Jackie hissed, "there are so many people from La Pierre here! People that aren't even eighteen."

Donna gazed around the crowd and noticed that Jackie was right. Tons of kids Donna and Jackie's age were milling around, trying to look older by smoking cigarettes and standing up taller. Donna was busy watching a tenth grade boy in a suit who stood out completely when Jackie nudged her in the ribs. "Donna!" Jackie whispered. "The line is moving. Do you have the tickets?"

"Yeah," Donna said, patting her back pocket. "They're right here."

"And you have your ID?" Jackie asked, bouncing nervously on her heels.

"Yes, Jackie," Donna assured her. "Chill out."

"I can't help it! Just think about it, Donna. Three hours from now... we could be backstage. Hanging out with Chrome."

"Oh my god," Donna said, trying to contain her excitement. "I'm going to die if they don't let us in. And right after that, I'm going to kick Laurie Forman's ass."

"But you'll be dead, Donna," Jackie said, her mouth hanging open.

"Whatever, I'll haunt that bitch," Donna mumbled.

Jackie couldn't help but laugh. "I think we look pretty good," she said confidently. "We definitely look older."

"Yeah," Donna agreed. "But it's hard to say if we actually look eighteen."

"Oh my god!" Jackie cried. The line was moving quicker now. "Look at that." She pointed to a crowd of sixteen and seventeen year old girls who were turned away from the entrance. A couple of them were in tears. "Donna, that could be us!"

"They didn't even have IDs," Donna informed her. She pulled the tickets out of her pants pocket and handed one to Jackie. "Come on, we can do this." She was trying to feel sure of herself but it wasn't working that well. Whenever she thought about Fez and the other hot, talented musicians in Chrome... she just about lost it.

Soon they were at the front of the line. "IDs please," the bored security guard said.

Jackie and Donna nonchalantly handed over their IDs. "Here you go," Jackie said. "We go to clubs all the time. Because we're in our early twenties. You know, because we're able to go to clubs and everything." Donna shot her a look to stop talking and Jackie shut up.

"Go on in," the guard said without so much as a look. He handed their IDs back to them and Jackie and Donna walked in, dazed.

"Oh my gosh!" Jackie squealed quietly into Donna's ear as they stepped into the small, smoky bar.

Donna couldn't help but let the excitement wash over her. People were milling everywhere -- getting drinks, finding seats by the stage. The stage! There was no one on it yet but she could make out a keyboard, a drumset and a microphone. The bass drum had Chrome's logo on it, shining brightly under the stage lights. "Wow," she said softly.

Jackie grabbed her arm. "Come on, Donna! Let's go get a drink!"

Jackie was never much for drinking in school, but now that she was faced with a bar she seemed to want to take the opportunity to sample something. She pulled Donna over and sank into one of the stools, forcing her friend down beside her. The barkeeper looked up, smiling lecherously at the two girls. "What'll it be, gals?" he asked.

"Red wine for me," Jackie replied, tossing her head back classily. Jackie always had an air about her that showed off flawlessly just how wealthy she was. Donna was used to it by now, but she had to admit she had found it a little annoying when she had first met her.

"I'll just have a beer," Donna said.

The barkeeper turned away and Jackie giggled happily and swiveled in her seat so she was facing Donna. "I can't believe we got in," she said softly. "The bouncer barely even looked at us!"

"Thank god for Russ Evans," Donna replied. The bartender returned with their drinks and set them down in front of them. Donna began sipping her beer. Jackie, on the other hand, stared curiously at her wine.

"I've never actually had wine, Donna," Jackie admitted, like she was telling Donna the biggest secret in the world. "Want to know something?" she asked, leaning in. "I've never had any alcohol, ever."

Donna had barely had any herself, but since she was a year older than Jackie she had had a little more experience in the La Pierre party circuit. "Really?" Donna asked, pretending to be surprised. She knew that was what Jackie wanted. Sometimes it was easier to give her what she wanted than to argue.

"I know, it's shocking," Jackie went on. She picked up the wine glass. "I do know how to hold a wine glass, though," she explained. "I've seen my parents drink enough to know. They have fancy parties a lot," she told Donna. She took a sip of wine and made a sour face. "Eww."

"Wine is pretty bitter," Donna told her.

"Well, it's something classy ladies drink," Jackie said, shaking off the flavor and finishing off the glass. "And I am a classy lady," she said proudly, wiping the deep red shine off her lips. She smiled, pleased with herself, at Donna. "Get me another one, Mr. Bartender," she said happily.

"Coming right up, miss," he replied, winking at her.

Donna raised an eyebrow. "He's kind of sleazy."

"Yeah," Jackie said with a shrug. "But my good looks have been known to create havoc, even with the most unattractive men. I figure maybe he'll give us our drinks for free."

"Jackie..." Donna said, eyeing her with disdain.

"What, Donna?" Jackie asked, taking her newly delivered wine glass in her hand. "Thank you, sir," she said warmly to the barkeep, who grinned back at her. She turned to Donna again. "Why not? If you have the powers, why not use them?"

Donna shrugged. "Because it's sexist? Because using your sex appeal to get something from men shows them that we're nothing more than something physical. You should use your wit or your mind to get what you want."

Jackie rolled her eyes. "Are you done with the feminist lesson? Because we've been friends for over a year and you still haven't learned how great men can lose all their greatness just for looking at Jackie Burkhart. There's just no hope in trying to stop it." She polished off her second glass of wine.

Donna couldn't help but laugh. Jackie's logic was ridiculous, but she wasn't going to be the one to question it. She finished her beer and was just about to ask for another one when she heard it. They both heard it. They turned around immediately when the announcer's voice began booming through the room.

"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for! The one, the only... CHROME!!!"


"Bloody hell," complained Hyde as he pulled on his leather vest. "Where's my body lube?"

"I don't know why you bother with that," Fez replied. "The girls are not going to think your shiny abs are sexy. They'll be too busy running because of your tattoos."

Hyde smiled darkly as he looked down at the tattoos that wound around his muscular upper arms. He had four on each. On his left arm he had a skull going up in flames. Below that it said EDNA HYDE, in honor of his late mother. On his right arm he had a grim reaper sitting next to a naked mermaid. On both arms were anarchy symbols and barbed wire that wrapped itself all the way around his biceps and onto his shoulders where it ended in words spelling out REBELLION. His tattoos were often the subject of many magazine articles about the band, which he knew pissed off his bandmates. He liked rubbing body lube on his torso, because it made his tattoos look brighter and it made him look more dangerous and sexual, he figured. "Shut up, I know you took it," he said, giving Fez a small punch on the arm.

"I did not," Fez said, adjusting his sequined body suit. "I already told you that I would rather shine with sequins than with lube."

At that moment Kelso, the drummer, came wandering in. He tossed a tube of lube at Hyde. "There's your lube," he said. His dark hair was swept over his forehead as usual, obscuring his eyes into darkness. His tight black shirt and leather pants made him look even more mysterious than normal. "Eric needed it," he explained.

"For what?" Hyde cracked. "He's not in the bathroom alone again, is he?"

Eric came out, his long hair sweeping over his shoulders dramatically. He was dressed in a leather ensemble similar to Kelso's but with high heeled boots and several tattoos on his buff arms. "No, you fool," he spoke deeply. "I was polishing my guitar. You put a little of that stuff on a rag and rub it just right, the wood will shine for days."

"Polishing your guitar, alright," Hyde laughed. "We all know what you were really up to, man."

Kelso took a seat in one of the elaborate armchairs that the backstage crew had provided for them. He looked lost in a world of his own, drumming his hands over his legs.

"Kelso," Fez said, "let's run over the part in 'Cosmic Girl' one more time."

"Alright," he replied. One thing about Kelso was that he never let anything on. He even liked to play with his back to the audience. He had a big fan base because of this, which made everyone else in the band pretty annoyed. Just because he had stage fright and was slightly 'mysterious', didn't mean he should get all the girls falling over him. Tensions in the band were usually running high for one reason or another. But all of it helped them create incredible music.

As Fez began pounding on his keytar, Kelso moved his sticks agilely over a makeshift drumkit made up of a couple boxes, a trashcan and a metal pipe. On the other side of the room Eric took a seat next to Hyde, who was busy applying the lube on his arms and chest.

"There's a lot of hot ladies out there tonight," Hyde said with a laugh. "Mmm, mmm good, as my friends at Campbells would say."

"Yeah," Eric said in agreement. "I'd like to get in on that. But I keep thinking about Lacey."

"Lacey, man?" Hyde said with a scowl. "Dude, just because you banged her for a week straight doesn't mean you owe her anything."

"That isn't really what happened, man," Eric explained. "After the tour in Seattle when we met, we kept in touch. I've seen her a few times since then. I even met her folks."

"So what? What she doesn't know won't hurt her." Hyde went back to polishing his abs and back, now wet looking and shiny in the dim lighting.

Eric shrugged and thought quietly while listening to his bandmates practice. He pictured Lacey's smiling face. She believed in him. She trusted him...


"Chrome! Oh my god!" Jackie said, jumping up and slapping a few bills down onto the bar.

"But what about using your looks to get free drinks?" Donna asked.

"Whatever, it'll take too long!" Jackie shouted, grabbing Donna and racing over to the stage.

White lights were swirling around the stage hypnotically. Jackie and Donna maneuvered their way through the crowd until they got to the front. They saw four silhouettes emerge. Donna let out a scream and Jackie began bouncing with excitement.

A guitar chord droned and suddenly the music came alive and the lights grew brighter. Eric was standing in front of them -- just a few feet away! Jackie could feel her heart pounding in her chest and she looked up and saw his eyes, dark with make-up but so full of soul and heart and feeling. She practically swooned when he began pounding on his guitar. "Eric!" She screamed, and she swore he looked down and smiled at her. Smiled!

Meanwhile Donna's attention was focused on Fez. Fez was dressed flamboyantly as usual, his fingers working over his keyboard nimblely. He was tapping his foot to the beat as Kelso pounded fervently on the drumset, facing the back wall where nobody could see his face. And Hyde -- Hyde was looking hot, Donna thought. His shiny muscles were flexing as his arms reached to hit the right notes on his bass. The way he moved was so sexual... so animalistic.

"Look at Hyde," Donna said, fanning herself at the feeling of being so close to her favorite band.

Jackie wrinkled her nose. She turned her attention back to Eric, who had just begun to sing, his voice growling out as the song built.

Jackie and Donna danced along with it as the pace picked up. "This is awesome!" Jackie yelled to her friend and Donna nodded in agreement.

They managed to dance through the first five songs and then the guys stopped playing. Once the applause had died down somewhat, Eric stepped forward to the microphone. "Hey, Hartford," he said, his hair falling into his face.

Jackie practically died. "Donna, he is so hot!" She exploded.

"We're going to take a twenty minute intermission," he explained, "so get some drinks and then come on back to see us." He waved and the four guys retreated back where they had come from.

"Can you believe it?" Donna exclaimed. "I can't believe we were so close to them! We could have reached out and touched Eric's leg if we wanted to!"

"Ahhh!" Jackie yelped. "This is so, so cool."

"The music was amazing," Donna went on. "When Hyde took that bass solo I thought I was going to die."

Just then Jackie felt a tap on her shoulder. She whipped around and saw a man in a three piece suit with a clipboard standing behind her. "Yeah?" she asked. Donna looked on curiously.

The man looked from Jackie to Donna. "You have both been requested by members of the band to come backstage after the show," he explained. "I'm the tour manager for Chrome and they usually choose several..." he looked at them, pained, "women... to come backstage with them."

Their jaws dropped. "They asked for us?" Donna demanded.

"Oh my god!" Jackie shouted. "Who? Which one asked for me?"

"Was it Fez? Did Fez ask for me?" Donna exploded.

"Did Eric ask for me?" asked Jackie excitedly.

"Well, it was"- the man began.

But he didn't get to finish. A familiar voice interrupted him. "Hey girls," said Laurie Forman, sauntering up to them, waving her backstage pass around. "Guess you get to join me back there after all. Too bad, huh? Doubt they'll want either of you after I get through with them. Well, see you later."

Jackie and Donna stared after her and the man clumsily handed them passes. "Here you are," he said, before walking off into the crowd.

"Wait!" Donna yelled. "You never told us who asked for us!"

"Wait!" Jackie cried helplessly, running after him as fast as her heels could take her.