Saturday night approaches slower than usual, causing many of the girls to wait bored that day. One of them is so bored that she comes early to the old chapel.

It is an hour before the actual meeting is supposed to start, and an angelic voice could be heard through the midst of the trees.

Sally rides through the grass towards the Bowne Chapel when she hears the voice. Silently and secretly, she stops her bike and leans it up against a giant oak tree. As she nears the chapel, the song that the voice projected sounds familiar to her.

"That's gotta be…" Sally says softly to herself, knowing the tune well. She curiously came to the door of the chapel, and looks in at the unknowing Lydia, who is the one singing to herself.

"And listen to the music of the night…" She sings loudly and beautifully to what she thinks to herself and the lonely woods around her.

However, when Lydia comes to the extremely high note in the middle of the song, she stops herself when her voice begins to squeak. Disappointed in herself, Lydia sits back down and sighs.

"It's pointless; I just can't reach that high note! I'm not trying hard enough!"

Finding the courage, Sally steps out of the shadows and says honestly, "Actually, you're trying just a little bit too hard!"

Surprised out of her mind, Lydia jumps up from the log and holds her chest, "Oh! Sally, it's just you! Jeez, you almost gave me a heart-attack!"

"Sorry," Sally laughs to herself, "You know, you're a really good singer Lydia."

"What? Me? I don't think so; I can't even get that high note in The Music of the Night."

"That's because you're not using your diaphragm enough. Here," Sally walks over to Lydia and takes her hand, placing it on her stomach.

"Keep your hand there, stand up straight, and pull you diaphragm tight. Now, try that line in the song again."

Skeptically, Lydia looks at Sally doubtfully. But Sally only nods her head in reassurance, letting Lydia feel somewhat comforted.

Lydia shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath, "Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!"

Sally takes a step back and smiles, "That was beautiful."

Lydia places her hand on her neck shocked, "I'm a soprano and I didn't even know I could go that high!" The two look at each other a moment, and then burst out into giggles.

About half an hour later, the two girls are deep in conversation. Curiously, Sally brings up a burning question she has been having all evening, "Lydia, why didn't you sing something in the talent show?"

Surprised, Lydia ponders a way to answer the forward inquiry, "Well, I-I don't really…" she didn't know how to tell her, but Sally could read her eyes easily.

"You don't perform well for others. No biggie. Hey, you and Tacey have the same problem!"

"Well, mines a little more extreme than hers," Lydia confesses slowly, "I've never sung for anyone before. You're the first person to hear me since I was little. And I mean little!"

"Oh," Sally thinks to herself about the situation, and then an epiphany pops into her head, "wait! I've got an idea! Why don't we do this?"

"Do what?"

"This! We can meet an hour before the Dead Poet's meeting every Saturday night; I'll help you become the most harmonious singer in town! With my stage experience and you're motivation, you will become a star!"

Lydia thinks about the word, "A star?"

"Yep! Not just another Ashlee Simpson, but the real deal. What do ya think?"

"I-I don't know. I don't think-"

But Sally cut her off reassuringly, "Yes you do think! But way too much; just relax and trust me. Do you trust me Lydia?"

The hesitant girl looks up at Sally, who is looking back at her confidently, holding out her hand for the accord.

"Yes, I do." And Lydia quickly stood up and shook Sally's hand. The two smile boldly, unaware of the long summer they have before them.

The great bonfire inside the Bowne chapel is raging brightly that night as all of the girls settle down at their next meeting.

Kirsten, happy as usual, stands up first and opens the Dead Poet's Society book. "I've selected On the Beach at Night by Walt Whitman."

"And why did you select this certain poem?" Adrienne blurts out annoyingly to her goofy friend.

Making her face serious, Kirsten answers, "Because it's about a father and his little girl, which I think is sweet. Also, it talks about the stars, and I've always liked astronomy. Plus, their on a beach, and I love beaches!"

"BOO!" Jamie yells out to be pestering.

But, Kirsten ignores her and reads the poem:

"On the beach at night,

Stands a child with her father,

Watching the east, the autumn sky.

Up through the darkness,

While ravening clouds, the burial clouds, in black masses spreading,

Lower sullen and fast athwart and down the sky,

Amid a transparent clear belt of ether yet left in the east,

Ascends large and calm the lord-star Jupiter,

And nigh at hand, only a very little above,

Swim the delicate sisters the Pleiades.

From the beach the child holding the hand of her father,

Those burial-clouds that lower victorious soon to devour all,

Watching, silently weeps.

Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,

With these kisses let me remove your tears,

The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,

They shall not long possess the sky, they devour the stars only in apparition,

Jupiter shall emerge, be patient, watch again another night, the Pleiades shall emerge,

They are immortal, all those stars both silvery and golden shall shine out again,

The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again, they endure,

The vast immortal suns and the long-enduring pensive moons shall again shine.

Then dearest child mournest thou only for Jupiter?

Considerest thou alone the burial of the stars?

Something there is,

(With my lips soothing thee, adding I whisper,

I give thee the first suggestion, the problem and indirection,)

Something there is more immortal even than the stars,

(Many the burials, many the days and nights, passing away,)

Something that shall endure longer even than lustrous Jupiter

Longer than sun or any revolving satellite,

Or the radiant sisters the Pleiades."

All the girls clap and cheer as Kirsten bows lady-like then sits back down. When everyone grows quiet, Sally asks the group, "Whose next?"

Frightened, Tacey looks at Kylar hesitantly. But Kylar stands up with pride, "We're next!"

Jamie, along the rest of the girls, looks at her confused, "Huh?"

Kylar turns to see she is standing alone. She rolls her eyes, and then pulls Tacey up from the log, "We made something today. I'm going to read it, and she is going to perform it."

Tacey picks up her sax and puts it around her neck. Kylar takes the piece of paper in her hand and starts to read, "Pain; it fills the hole in my heart."

Kylar stops reading, and Tacey plays a wild, jazzy tune for only a couple of seconds, then Kylar picks up the poem again, "Looking all around, I see nothing but black."

Again, Tacey breaks the silence with the sax, and then Kylar begins again, "Oh why did you leave me with so much despair?"

Another break with the sax, and then Kylar ends with, "All that is left are memories."

Finally, Tacey ends with a cool, somewhat somber melody. Sad, but impressed, the girls give a standing ovation.

Quietly, Lydia leans over to Sally and asks, "Don't you think that was a little-"

"Depressing? Yeah, Kylar's not doing too well right now. Her parents are in the process of a divorce, I guess this is her only way of handling it. But don't worry, she's got us, she'll be alright."

After the applause ends, many of the girls talk to the two new friends about the whole performance.

"Well, it was Tacey's idea." Kylar comments to the short blonde sitting down, causing all of the girls to get closer to her.

"Yeah, but Kylar wrote the poem, and the music. I'm only half the performance!"

Tacey stands up next to the Goth girl, who locks arms with her and says, "I guess you could say it was a team effort!"

Later, after almost all the girls leave, Kirsten hands Sally her book back, "Thanks for letting me pick something out of there. Turns out I'm not a big of hit as the 'inventors' are, huh?"

Kirsten tries to laugh to lighten the mood, but Sally knows that it bothers her some, "I think you're poem choice was wonderful. Hey, I'm pretty sure Haven Hideaway is still open; why don't you go get Jamie and bring around your car, we can hook my bike on the back and go get a bite to eat."

All at once, Kirsten's face lights up, "That's a great idea! I'll call my folks and let 'em know I'll be out a little longer! Better yet, why don't you guys come sleep over after we're done?"

Sally smiles relieved, it seems as though Kirsten wasn't down in the first place, "That would be marvelous."

Kirsten giddily skips to her car, and Sally puts out the bonfire with a pail of water. Just at that moment, she notices a figure out of the corner of her eye. Looking out near the road, she sees Lydia looking at her from Adrienne's car. She smiles when their eyes meet, and then Adrienne's car drives away.

Leaving the chapel solitary, Sally walks over to Kirsten's car, finding herself saying, "I don't believe it, inconceivable!"