Thanks to Mimi, they arrived at the dance 'fashionably late.'

There had already been some warm up dances, and people were starting to get over their shyness. The lead singer of the band was at the mike, apparently waiting to make an announcement. "Everybody having fun?" He asked.

"YES," was the chorus emitted from the crowd.

"Well then," the singer continued, "I suppose you'd like to know that your principal has decided to make this night a dance contest! The couple with the best moves will be king and queen of the dance!"

The crowd cheered loudly and the singer retreated to rest of his band, saying, "Well then, better start moving!" And so the music started.

Mimi pulled Matt onto the dance floor. Matt was apprehensive, worried what he could do would not be good enough, and that he'd be a laughing stock. But more than that he was afraid that Mimi would hate him for being so awkward, and ruining her chances for queen.

But Mimi, as if reading his mind, whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, you'll do fine. I don't care if I'm not queen of the dance. I just wanna be with you." That was all the encouragement Matt needed. To the fast music he twirled and spun her until he hurt.

As he did so he looked around at all the other couples. Michael was dancing with a girl Mimi had pointed out earlier as Mikki. She was wearing a shimmery white dress that was the same colour as moonlight. It had a strapless top, and from the waist it flared out to the floor in folds and folds of fabric.

Mimi was also watching the other dancers. Her friend Aimee was wearing a bright orange chiffon dress that swept the floor gracefully. Her partner Jason had fudged his hair orange to match her. She turned and there was Laurali, another one of her friends. Laurali had always had peculiar tastes, and she was wearing a bright green sari. Amazingly, it suited her well. Dancing near her was Rosanna, who Mimi really did not like. She was wearing a dress that looked like one a hooker would use to display her charms. It was of a regal deep blue satin with an oriental pattern that could have been really pretty if it hadn't been spoilt by the neckline that was so low it nearly touched her navel. This dress was extremely tight, and reached only to her thigh, and a long, long way up it. Mimi wondered how she got away with this, when the regulations had said that every dress must be below the knee. Then, after inspecting it closely, Mimi figured it out. From the point where the blue satin ended, an incredibly see-through material began, and that touched the ground. Mimi shook her head in disgust, and turned her concentration back to the most gorgeous guy in the room- Matt.

His face was again crumpled in concentration trying to count the beats so he could stay in time.

She laughed and he looked at her, confused. "You don't have to try so hard Matt." Mimi said sweetly, "This dance is supposed to be about fun, and you don't look like you're having any. Forget about counting, and the music will take you away."

So Matt tried to forget everything, but just couldn't. Whenever his mind turned away from counting, he would trip over his feet, or step on hers.

"Matt, you aren't letting the music capture you." Mimi said, "Just focus on me and forget everything else. Pretend we are back in my living room, you were great there."

So Matt let his focus fall solely upon her. He noted her every movement and soon became enraptured with everything she did. Then, all of a sudden, it was like the music had reached his very soul, and was expressing itself through him. It was as if he was dancing on air, and he felt like he would never get tired. Mimi could see this change in him. His expression had gone from one of intensity and concentration, to a dreamy look with starry eyes. He began to dance wonderfully with no apparent effort, and it was then she could let herself get swept up by the tunes.

Whatever the music did, they did. It was as if they themselves had no control over their actions, but somehow still managed to move in perfect unison, like they were just meant to be together. About an hour later they still had not tired, but the music stopped, so they did too. They tore their eye contact apart, and it seemed like a spell had been broken, and they had fallen back down to earth from the sky upon which they had danced.

They turned their attention to the singer who was at the mike again. Somehow, subconsciously, their hands joined as he spoke. "Okay," he said, smiling and winking at all the utopian couples who still seemed to be living in another world entirely, "Time to announce the king and queen of tonight's dance."

Mimi saw that Rosanna obviously considered herself to be eligible for queen. Their principal walked onto the stage carrying the envelope, which undoubtably held the judge's decisions on that particular subject.

A silence of anticipation fell over the crowd; everybody wanted to see who was going to be crowned. The singer opened the envelope, paused a moment for dramatic effect, then said, ever so calmly, "The king and queen of tonight's dance are..." he paused for dramatic effect again before shouting, "Mimi Tachikawa and Matt Ishida!!!" Mimi was so shocked she couldn't move or speak. She was deaf to the loud cheers as she let her friends push her towards the stage.

Matt was waiting for her at the stairs to the stage. "Come on beautiful," he said as he linked his arm through hers.

They walked up to where the principal and vice-principal were waiting with crowns and flowers. Mimi stood shock-still as she accepted her crown and huge bouquet of flowers. She turned to Matt, who was smiling and waving, and he grabbed her hand and held it high above both of their heads.

When the crowd had finally quietened down, the singer spoke again. "Now," he said smoothly, "It is time for the king and queen to share their first dance as an official couple."

Mimi and Matt were pushed back onto the dance floor, where everybody stood in a circle around them. The music started, and Mimi laughed when she realised what it was. The Strauss waltz. She handed her flowers and crown to her friends, and Matt did the same. She whispered to Matt over all the music, "We know this one. Let's make it something they won't forget easily."

So they twirled and spun around the floor, oblivious to everybody else, because they were so lost in each other. When everyone else was dancing again, and not all eyes were on them, Mimi lifted her head to look up at his face.

"Matt?" she said, looking directly into his eyes.

"Yes Mimi?" he replied softly.

"I love you." She said, resting her head on his chest.

He smiled and rested his head on the top of hers. "I have always loved you." He whispered.

Then, as if pulled by an invisible force, her head lifted. They stared right into each other's eyes as, slowly and unsurely, her head lifted, and his lowered until finally their lips met.

Michael and Mikki watched as the king and queen stood completely still in the middle of all the swirling dancers, kissing a kiss that seemed like it would never end. Michael laughed and said, "They'll run out of air soon if they keep this up!"

Mikki elbowed him playfully in the ribs and said, "Leave them alone. They're in love, and that's the only thing they care about."