A/N: Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews, dolls! Quick thing I need to talk to you guys about. In case you didn't already know, I have a blog called How To Rock Inkie's Thoughts. All of today and yesterday I've been working on it so I would really appreciate it if you checked it out! The link is on my profile. Alright, big thank you to 1Directioner2199 for helping me out again! Remember to write one-shots, update your stories quicker, post new stories, and post Zevie pictures/videos throughout all of December because it's Zevie month! Have you spread the word yet? You better! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

I don't own How to Rock or the Footloose plot.

[Stevie]

After I slip on my black high top Converse, I walk over to my mirror. I tilt my head at my outfit which consists of a maroon tank top, black basketball shorts, and a baggy navy blue jacket. Just to add on to my sloppiness, I pull down the left sleeve of my jacket so it sags down to my elbows, covering my hand and showing my shoulder. I smirk, ruffle my newly straight hair, and walk out of the barn. As soon as I step out, I see a figure kicking the gravel next to my buggy with their back facing me. I immediately recognize the flannel shirt, skinny jeans, and combat boots, making me smile.

I walk over to Zander asking, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

He doesn't turn around when I stop behind him. I furrow my eyebrows, put my hand on his left shoulder, and lightly turn him around. Although he keeps his eyes fixated on the ground, I can still see the cut running through his lips, the bruises on his face, and his black eye.

I widen my eyes and yell, "What the heck happened?!"

He mutters, "I ran into a door."

"Does this door have fists and fighting skills?!"

Finally, he looks up at me and explains, "I got into a fight."

I scoff and shout, "By the looks of it, you lost!"

Even in the situation we're in, Zander laughs. I shoot him a glare.

He sighs and states, "I got into something with Molly."

I raise my eyebrows. "Molly did this to you?"

He nods while adding, "With the help of Justin."

I clench my fist and mutter, "I'm gonna kick his ass."

Zander chuckles and replies, "Kevin and Nelson already beat you to it. It's not all Justin, though. My dad took a swing at me in the church."

I yell, "The preacher abused his son in the house of god?! What kind of preacher does that?!" (A/N: Line credit goes to SMonkey6!)

Zander shakes his head with a small smile and responds, "It's nothing. Now, let's talk about your fancy look."

I laugh, walk around him, and lean back on my car saying, "It was Kacey's idea. She said that if we're going to go against the city council, we need to start by rebelling in our clothes. Honestly, I think she just wanted to play dress-up."

Zander turns around, laughs, and responds, "Yeah, Grace told me about the petition. What you're doing is really great, you know."

I mumble, "So I've heard."

He laughs. When his amusement fades, Zander slightly scrunches his eyebrows together before questioning, "Why are you doing this?"

I bite in my left cheek then explain, "Chris was the only family I had left. My dad was always at the bar getting drunk, my mom had to work 24/7, two of my brothers always got arrested, and my other one was always crashing at his girlfriend's. When he left for Brewster, I had nothing but my music left. When Grace was 7, what was she doing?"

Zander thinks for a moment before answering, "Playing hopscotch."

I continue, "When I was 7, I was playing my guitar on the streets, trying to get some money for an iPod. Before I moved here, I was the weird girl at school that carried a ukulele around on her back. I was the girl that always shot her hand up in music class. Instead of trying to make friends at lunch, I was making up song lyrics. Music has always been there for me. I'm not going to let this damn law take that away."

Zander nods with a deep look in his eyes. Despite that long back story I just told him, he cracks a smile.

When he notices my furrowed eyebrows, he states, "I got you something."

He reaches into his back pocket, pulls something out, and hands it to me. I look down at what is now in my hands and chuckle.

"You got me a bible."

Zander laughs and replies, "Not just any bible, my bible. I've had it since I was 7. I highlighted some parts that I think you could use in the city council meeting tonight."

While I put his gift on the hood of my car, Zander questions, "You don't like it, huh? Prefer a diamond ring?"

I laugh and turn back to him saying, "No, it's great. I love it."

Zander looks down at the ground. When he looks back at me, he quietly asks, "Remember when you said someday you'd kiss me?"

I nod. Zander continues, "Could that someday be now?"

I smile, put my hands on his shoulders, step on my tip-toes, and press my lip to his. Zander wraps his arms around my waist while kissing back.

I shift uneasily in my seat. I look to the front of the room to see each member of the city council sitting behind their long podium, Reverend Robbins being at the far right end. My view is blocked by two figures. I look up to see Grace and Kacey with their arms crossed. Kacey was wearing a black mini-skirt, black knee-high boots, a yellow spaghetti strap shirt, and a black leather jacket. Grace was wearing pink leather pants, a black crop top that was barely below her bra, and incredibly high black heels. Her bright red lipstick and mascara is undeniably noticeable.

While both of them sat down on each side of me, I question, "Your dad let you out of the house looking like a prostitute?"

Grace laughs and responds, "Let's just say he described my outfit with words that would not be allowed in church.

She turns to her dad at the front of the room and waves with a devious smile. Rev. Robbins just shakes his head and turns away. Kacey and I laugh.

Grace turns back to us and continues, "I'm pretty sure he won't go so hard on you. He already let all of his anger out on me this morning."

Kacey turns her head to the back of the room and states, "Looks like you've got a whole crowd supporting you, Steves."

I turn to where she's looking and see a bunch of kids from school standing in the corner. Right at the front were the guys. Zander smirks at me, glances over at his dad, and starts unbuttoning his flannel shirt. When he's done, he opens it up. I squint my eyes at the message written on his grey v-neck.

Sing Your
Ass Off!

I laugh, wink at him, and look back to the city council. Finally, some guy sitting in the middle banged his gavel, silencing everyone.

He announces, "If there is anyone that would like to overturn any law, step forward."

Kacey nudges me with her elbow. I sigh, stand up, and walk over to the podium in front of the council. I take Zander's bible out of my pocket and slip it onto the podium.

The same guy questions, "Where's your speech, Miss Baskara?"

I shrug. "Don't have one. I decided that I'm going to wing it."

I hear a few groans from the back of the room, making me roll my eyes.

(A/N: I kind of changed what Stevie says below. Considering this story isn't about dancing, I changed "dance" into "music" or "singing." Guess I changed up the bible a bit...Sorry, had to fit it in!)

I take a deep breath before saying, "From the oldest of times, music was used for a number of reasons. They sang in prayer, so their crops would be plentiful, or so their hunt would be good. They sang to show their community spirit and to celebrate. And that is the singing we're talking about. Aren't we told in Psalm 149..."

I open the bible to the page I put a Post It in and read, "Praise ye the Lord. Sing unto the Lord a new song. Let them praise his name in the dance."

I look back up to the council. "And it was King David. King David, who we read about in Samuel -and what did David do?"

Behind me, I hear Kacey question aloud, "What did David do?"

Soon follows Grace apologizing, "Sorry, she doesn't go to church."

I roll my eyes and continue, ""David sang before the Lord with all his might. Ecclesiastes assures us that there is a time for every purpose under heaven. A time to laugh...and a time to weep. A time to mourn...and a time to sing. And there was a time for this law, but not anymore. See, this is our time to play our music. It is our way of celebrating life. It's the way it was in the beginning, it's the way it's always been. It's the way it should be now."

I hear someone start clapping there hands from the back of the room. They were soon joined by a few more people which turned into everyone behind me. I crack a small smile.

Gavel guy turns to Rev. Robbins and asks, "Reverend, what do you think about this?"

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