No, wait. That didn't sound quite right -
ASHES - A Cinderella Story
Chapter Seventeen - There is No 'Happily Ever After'
When the weaving's all been done
Raise your fabric to the sun
Kiss your partner, wish her well
Chapter Seventeen's going to tell.
HIROSHI: (Do You Believe in Magic (reprise))
"'Hunka-hunka Burning Love!'"
Another member of the Furinkan Rhythmic Gymnastics Club fled past, tears streaming and hair scorched as the Kunoichi Sisters worked on polishing off the last challengers.
Winning is not everything. Winning, however, would have meant saving the girl I had grown to love, instead of seeing her stolen by the demon in the mask.
"We're doomed," I announced.
Defeat took the form of lost love, a never-never sweetheart who snarled down at me, her eyes glowing savagely through the slits in her mask.
Defeat took the form of a hideous stepmother, face contorted in an inimaginably ghastly grin as she planned what tortures she was going to visit upon the poor, innocent schoolchildren of Furinkan. Okay, so we weren't so innocent. We were school... teenagers. Faintly impoverished.
"Doomed!"
And in trouble.
"Will you pipe down, Hiroshi? I'm trying to get some better odds, here."
Defeat took the form of an uncaring Nabiki Tendo, pragmatically chasing after the almighty yen. I had chased after an almighty yen, myself, and what had it had gained me? Nothing. Shame. Sorrow.
"WE'RE DOOMED!"
"Hiroshi?"
Defeat took the form of another Nabiki, a little over a meter tall, so short that I had to lean over to speak to her. This miniature Nabiki tugged at my shirt sleeve and tried to get my attention, while the regulation sized Nabiki tried to justify her actions, "Maybe I can salvage something. We're screwed, anyway."
I could only agree. I had lost the ability to turn into Cinderella. Ranma was out of the fight. Kotet was going to be our school mother. Worst of all, I was going to lose Kidori forever. She was going to win the card, but it would not be her making the wish. It would be the creature in the mask, and I could only imagine what she had in store for me. She'd probably want to kill me. Or worse. The possibilities were immense. For a hopeful instant I wondered if might survive chains and leather.
The little Nabiki nudged my elbow again. I looked closer, to see that my eyes had been fooling me. It was Hainoko, but there was something different about her. I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Then it hit me. I reached over and poked the real Nabiki in the ribs.
"You'd better have a good reason..." Nabiki growled as she swung away from her bookkeeping. Seeing Hainoko nonchalantly waving a glittering slip of plastic in the air, she whooped aloud. "You did it? How'd you get past the barber?"
Hainoko tilted her head and posed, the better to show off her new look. "All he wanted was to give somebody a haircut," she grinned.
Nabiki grabbed the card, held it to the light and kissed it. "We're saved!" she cried, then she turned back to Hainoko. "Tell you what, Sport," she said. "I can't use this thing by myself. I have to share. Care to help me think up a good wish?"
Hainoko nodded, thinking hard. "I know what I'd want," she said.
"I can think of something..." I began.
"Let's do it!" Nabiki said.
Hainoko held her hand up, palm facing Nabiki. Nabiki hesitated, puzzled. Then she grinned and raised her hand also. Their palms met with a smack, and Hainoko grinned wider. "Hifive!" she cried, "Let's go payback!"
"Payback?" Nabiki laughed, her eyes focused on something beyond our small group. It made my stomach quiver, that snarl of angry mirth. It announced vendetta, her right to slay, pillage, and maim in blood-feud. She was going to exact revenge.
- ping - - attention: this card is being deactivated - - please wait while wish #2 is being formatted - - six percent -
"Wait! Did you hear that?" I cried, "There's only one wish left!"
"Yes, you're right," mused Nabiki. "And we have to make sure we use it wisely - to turn you back into Cinderella so you can beat whatzizface and teach them a lesson."
"But there's no point in that! By then, there won't be any wishes left!"
"I want to wish for Cinderella!" Hainoko piped up.
"We have to use the wish to free Kidori!" I cried.
"You wouldn't have gotten this far without me!" growled Nabiki.
"I want my big brother to be Cinderella!" whined Hainoko.
- nineteen percent - - twenty percent -
Hainoko and Nabiki grabbed the card while I reached for it without success. Frantically, we spoke as one:
"I wish for revenge!" "I wish for Cinderella!" "I wish to free Kidori!"
- ping - - wish #1 will be formatted next - - please wait while wish #2 is formatted - - ninety-three percent -
"Uh - oh," I said.
- accepting multi-user participation - - only two participants are permitted to express terms. - - will the two nearest clients state their wishes? -
Nabiki and Hainoko grinned at me and spoke.
"I/I...wish/wish...for/for...revenge/Cinderella!"
- ninety-eight percent - - please restate the conditions of wish number one -
They said, together, "I wish..." Nabiki kept talking after Hainoko had said her piece, but I was too busy trying to keep on my feet to listen. The tremor from the wish must have juddered bottles off store shelves twenty kilometers away.
HIROSHI: (Girls Just Wanna Have Fun)
On stage, the Kunoichi Sisters had dumped the last contestant through the trapdoor.
"We won!" crowed Kotet, "Now, you must give us the prize!"
"Can't do that, yet! Gotta see if there are any more contestants!" cried the referee, "Last call! Anybody else?"
All conversations ceased and a deathly quiet fell upon the audience. In the vastness of the gymnasium, someone coughed. A hushed murmur began along the front aisles, where space was being made for someone to pass through.
A lone girl mounted the steps to the stage and smiled confidently at the Kunoichi Sisters.
"Hello, Boys," purred Nabiki. "Remember me?"
"You are a weakling!" Sakku-chan shrilled. "Surely you do not mean to challenge us!"
"Oh, I challenge you, all right. Knock down, drag out, winner take all. Want to quit while you can? Last chance."
"We accept! Defend yourself!"
"Gladly," Nabiki smiled a grim smile. "However, if you will indulge me for just a moment..." She disappeared over the side of the stage, and when she returned she was dragging a very apprehensive boy.
Me.
She released my arm and turned me around to face the audience. "What are you trying to do?" I hissed at her. "You're making a fool of me!"
"Oh, don't be silly, Hiroshi!" she assured me, "I'm already too late for that. Are you ready?"
"Here? In front of everybody?" I tried to pull away from her. Mom would see. Worse, Pops would see. Even worse, Mom had collected a set of the most embarrassing photos. She would take a look at them, take a look at me and then she would freak out. And worst of all, Pops would get a look at her collection, put two and two together and I would be pizza on the road to higher education.
"This is as good a place as any," Nabiki said smugly. "Yes or no?"
"Can't I have a curtain or something?"
The referee tramped over to us. "Quit stalling!" he demanded, "We have to end this!"
"Hold your horses!" Nabiki replied. She shoved a folded paper at me. "Recognize this?"
"Oh, no," I gulped. "It's another contract, isn't it?"
"Right on," she said, all business. "This one, however, is from MY wish. I expect you to hang around after you win this match, in order to repay your debt. A real, live photo session. None of this fifty poses in fifty seconds martial arts modeling monkey business."
"Never!"
"In that case, I'll simply rip it up..."
"Wait!" I fairly squealed. "Okay! Okay! I'll do it!"
"One last chance, Lady!" the ref called, displaying a stopwatch.
"Almost done!" Nabiki assured him, then turned to me. "According to this, you have to proclaim your desire aloud. You have to say..."
Squeezing my eyes closed tight helped me to shut out the audience, whose stare shoved against me with the force of a rushing tide. Mom was staring wide-eyed. I knew that look. She wanted to be onstage, beside her little boy. Pops had his head down, and I shuddered as I realized that he was looking at the photos.
I made my decision, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. I had to do it. I was trembling with dread when I uttered the phrase which would expose me, "Legal Briefs!"
Nothing changed.
Delighted, Nabiki said, "Hey! That was pretty good! Actually, though, all you have to say is 'I want to be Cinderella.'"
I groaned. Might have known she'd find some way to humiliate me. Still, it was better than appearing half-naked. I think.
Closing my eyes, I said, quickly, "i want to be cinderella." When I opened them, everything was still the same, except that Nabiki had cupped an ear toward me to hear better.
I balked and whispered, indicating the audience. "If I say it louder, THEY can hear!" If anything, her predatory grin became even wider. I added, "You...are...evil."
"You want me to 'ripriprip'?"
"No! Wait!" I was near panic, watching the trio of kunoichis loom closer. I blurted, "Okay! Okay! I'll say it louder! I want to be Cinderella!"
She shook her head at me, saying, "I don't think they heard you on the back row."
In helpless rage I gritted my teeth and growled, "I am going to pound you!"
"I don't think so. Louder, please?"
I hadn't noticed that the audience had quieted their murmurs to hear our argument. When I gathered my strength and shouted, "'I WANT TO BE CINDERELLA!'," my words reverberated throughout a silent building.
In the nearby rows, someone giggled. Farther away, upperclassmen hooted in derision. This was insignificant compared to the shock showing on Pops face. I felt my own face burning an incandescent indigo.
"What happened?" I demanded, "Why didn't I change?"
"Oops. Sorry about that. Must have forgotten the fine print," Nabiki held the paper up to the light and squinted. "Here it is! You must then say the words, 'Truly, Truly, Truly'."
"What?" I exploded. "I humiliated my parents and I shamed myself in front of the entire school because you didn't read all the stupid instructions? If it didn't work when I said, 'I want to be Cinderella,' it won't work when I say, 'truly, truly, truly'!"
-poof-
"I hate you," I snarled sweetly.
My double breasted coat was a cheerful robin's egg blue, ending at the waist in front but with tails in the back. A silk tie, detailed with yen-shaped embroidery, poufed out at the neck to complement the lace blouse, and my mini-skirt was pin-striped blue silk. I was ready for business, Cinderella-style.
"Don't forget our agreement," Nabiki said as I turned to go. "After the fight, you'll stay Cinderella long enough for my photo session. After all, you owe me!"
"Is that all you worry about?" I blazed back at her. "Listen! If you think I'm going to sweat - "
"Glow," she said firmly.
" - what?"
"Boys sweat. Girls glow."
"Of all the...If you think I'm going to glow my butt off so you can sell a few pictures..."
"Woah!" she interrupted, owl-eyed, "I have to think about that for awhile. If you can do that on camera..."
"Arrrrgh!" I stormed past her and headed for the fight. A glance out into the audience showed that Pops had been hiding his face in shame, although he was still digging through the photos. Mom had been freshening her makeup. They hadn't seen me change.
Then Hainoko broke the calm. She squeaked, "Go, Hiroshi! Clobber 'em!"
Mom looked up from her mirror and said, "Where did your brother go? What did you say, Dear?"
Remembering how her mother had reacted the last time she had tried to tell her the truth, Hainoko faltered, "Uh - nothing, Mommy."
"Dear, you must tell me! I don't see him anywhere! Please! I am getting worried!"
Hainoko pointed to the cute blonde in short business suit and glasses and said, "There he is!"
Squinting into the stage lights, Mom said, "Where?"
"The one in blue."
"I recognize her! She's Hiroshi's girlfriend! The one we thought was haunting him!"
"I told you, she's not a ghost, Mommy. That's Hiroshi."
Pops blurted, "My boy's dressing up in a skirt? I'm going to KILL him!"
"No, no, Poppy! You don't understand," Hainoko grabbed his hand to point in the right direction. "Take a real close look!"
Now it was Pops' turn to squint. "I still don't see him."
"Over on the right. Facing that big, ugly, blue suede ninja."
"But that's a girl!" Pops sputtered, "Where's Hiroshi?"
"No," Mom said weakly, as realization sank in. "Dear, I think she means that girl IS Hiroshi."
Hainoko nodded. "That's how you say it," she agreed. "He made a wish! Isn't it great? Any time he wants to, he can turn into Cinderella!" Hainoko's bubbling joy faded as she saw Pops' expression.
Pops scrubbed his face with his palms. "This ain't funny! I hear Cinderella songs on the radio all day long. I am SICK of Cinderella songs!" He looked again and said, in a hopeful voice, "She don't LOOK like Hiroshi."
HIROSHI: (Poor Little Fool)
The referee greeted me with a word of caution, "Now, I want you to take it easy, Son. Remember to give your theme song for each attack you make. Now, go in there and put on a good show!" I was left staring after him as he returned to his neutral corner of the stage. I looked at my business suit and said to myself, 'Son?'
There was no time for introspection. My opponents awaited me. Two of them shoved forward and said, "Aha! And now we have you!"
"Whatever. Let's get this over so I can get down to the real fighting," I said, failing to notice an unnatural glow about them. They seemed bigger, somehow.
A fist materialized out of nowhere and I found myself standing halfway across the stage, having left skidmarks from the soles of my black patent shoes. "I didn't even see him move!" I complained, stepping up to Matsoyouro - this time with more caution. I got close enough to see the feverish gleam in his eyes before I was hit three times, rapid fire, once from the left, once from the right and one uppercut that tumbled me over the referee.
"Don't sweat it," called the ref as he watched me sail past. "They didn't name their theme song, so that doesn't count, I must say."
I landed on my feet, ready for my next attack. This time I remembered that I needed a theme song, but I was so shocked by my adversary's sudden improvement that my mind was blank. Matsoyouro high-fived Tengu and they tummy-slammed in exuberant joy, before turning to face me with malevolent grins on their glowing faces.
Wait-a-minute. Glowing?
"Got you!" crowed Mara, appearing from behind the two correspondence course sumos, dancing without benefit of music. She was skipping with hysterical joy. "This'll teach you to mess with ME! I gave these guys my power-ups and you can't touch them! Nyah! Gotcha-gotcha-gotcha!"
I had to hit them fast and often, so I sang out my theme song, "Rubber Ball!" I hit them fast, but not fast enough. I tried to hit them hard, but I was so busy bouncing I couldn't touch them. After what seemed like hour or two of pounding, I found myself dusting the stage floor with the back of my pin-striped skirt. Again, the ref reprimanded the sumo brothers, telling them that their defense did not count because they could not think of a theme song. I didn't care. I was aching all over. I was angry.
Something snapped inside me and I felt all of the strength and power I had inherited from Kidori flood through my body. My anger boiled over and I charged, forgetting finesse. I was going to break past them.
The beating resumed.
The sumo brothers slung me from one end of the stage to the other. They swatted me back and forth like a badminton shuttlecock. They shot hoops with me. Then they flipped me disdainfully off to the side, gave each other high-fives, and swaggered down the stage in triumph. I wound up on my back, my head hanging over the edge, seeing an inverted Ranma-chan.
"This feels familiar," I groaned.
"Y'got any ideas?" Ranma-chan said, wavering slightly.
"They aren't that powerful," I said, trying to sit up. "But when I get close enough to hit them, they move so fast I can't catch them!"
She observed the gloating warriors. "Stand back and hit'em," she suggested. "Use a chi-blast."
"Right," I groaned. "Such as your Mokotakabisha? I can't even pronounce it."
"Heck, ya got nough power to pulverize 'em. All ya gotta do is believe that," Ranma-chan assured me. Upside down, her grin looked weak.
I raised my head enough to see that my tormentors were huddled on the other end of the stage, deciding on their next technique. I tried again to rise. I had to get up and meet them.
One of my hands worked when I tried to sit up. That was an improvement. I was getting stronger. Slowly. "Only one thing to do," I said, grimly. "Go back in and get beat up until my strength comes back. If I live that long."
"Waaaahh!" cried Pops, "My son, the girl, is going to get his tutu trimmed! Oh, the shame!"
"Shut up!" Mom said. "She's going to get hurt! Hiroshi! Run!"
"Not while I can help it," I growled, dismayed because my voice made me sound as if I were addressing a bunch of children.
I don't know where the blue haze came from, cause I felt like seeing red. Still, my hands began to tingle and the blue glow around them intensified until I was holding a ball of light in my cupped hand.
Then, like a tidal wave, confidence surged through me. I felt my muscles tingle, and a grim smile contorted my face. Matsoyouro saw it and turned to say something to Tengu. Tengu shrugged off whatever was said, as he lowered his head. Together they charged, attempting to ram me off the stage. I had to think quickly. What theme would combine my fighting style of Cinderella with Rockn'Roll? The rhythmic pounding of their feet on the hardwood floor answered my question and my smile tightened.
"Great Balls of Fire!" I announced. Tengu and Matsoyouro kept coming and I shrugged, fatalistically. I had warned them.
"Kabochakazanbakuhatsu!" the words ripped from my throat, exploding a brilliant orange ball of flame from my cupped hands. Tengu raised his head enough to see it coming, but he was going too fast to stop. The blast erupted between the two human tanks, knocking them through the back wall. In the ensuing silence, I dusted off my hands and turned my attention back to the contest.
Pops stared at me in shocked surprise. "My son the girl shoots fireworks?" he scratched his head. "It's not bad enough he's an exhibitionist, he has to be a firebug?"
Mom just stared at the holes in the back of the stage, her mouth in an 'O'. "What an exit!" she exclaimed.
Pops stared at me, tears leaking down his cheeks. "My friends at work bring trophies to show what their kids have done!" he cried, "Me, I never worried. 'My kid's a slow starter,' I would tell them. 'One of these days, my kids going to do something that'll make your kids look like amateurs!' Now what does my kid do? He puts on a dress! Oh, the shame! Oh, the humiliation! My kids a cross-dresser! Where did I go wrong? Mother, what did I do to deserve this?" I left him blubbering and hurried back to the fight.
The battle onstage careened to and fro, until Juupooku, the super-sized ninja, climbed to the floodlights and launched herself, stage left to stage right, over the other fighters, trying to strike me from above. I was standing near the front of the stage and met the descending behemoth with a thundering right cross.
The rafters shook and the large kunoichi crashed onto her back directly in front of Mom and Pops, who were bounced from their seats by the impact.
Pops turned to Mom with awe. "Did you see our boy?" he cried, "What a blow! Come'on, Cinderella! Hit'em again! Clobber 'em, Boy!"
HIROSHI: (The Power of Love)
About this time I spotted Kuno attempting to rise to his feet, while fighting off a jealous Mara. A nameless dread filled me. Then I was dodging a Locomotion missile fired by Sakku-chan and thought no more about it. I had other squid to fry, for Primrose had entered the arena. Gathering the shaken but not stirred Juupooku, she launched herself at me in a team attack. I had no time to even think - I met them with a mighty effort, straining even my magic muscles to keep from being overwhelmed.
Something ripped. Without looking, I knew what had happened, and looking only made it worse. The pin-stripe skirt had been made to tear up the side, while the rest of my clothes gave way in strategic places .
"Nabiki!" I roared, "I'll get you for this!" I was answered by a single camera flash, then a ripple of glaring light from multiple flashbulbs as the audience documented newly discovered scenic vistas.
Before I could attempt any martial arts tailoring, I heard Kuno emote, "Oh, Mighty Diana! Oh, My Beauteous Huntress! Know this, that I, Tatewaki Kuno...remove thy clutches from the fabric, demon-child!...do hereby swear his allegiance and express his...Urk..."
I didn't understand why I feared his statement, I only knew that I had to I shut him up before he completed it. I did this in the best way I knew how - by grabbing and dropping Primrose on top of him, as gently as possible. At this point I was still trying to keep from hurting her. Apparently there was one area in which I could outdo her - speed derived from embarrassed panic.
With Primrose temporarily out of the picture, the remaining step-sisters and step-mother were no problem to contain. I dropped them into the stage trap-door, dusted off my hands and turned to face my last true challenge.
I would have to fight...really fight... Primrose. I would have to chance hurting her, and I was not sure I was up to the task. She was not going to hesitate if it came to killing Cinderella. A lightning storm of flashbulbs erupted and I was reminded that I needed to do a little cover-up.
She had not returned to the stage by the time I had hastily fashioned a crude garment from the stage curtain. I looked for her offstage and my heart nearly failed. Primrose had found the wish card and I could hear, faintly, the sound of a mechanical voice:
- ping - - wish number one formatted - - preparing to format wish number zero - - holding for new owner -
There was still one wish left on the wish card, and the thing that had been Kidori was in possession.
"No.o.o.o.o.oo!" I cried, but it was too late.
"-It is mine!-" boomed Primrose, "-I make my wish! I wish to be whole again!-" The stage shuddered beneath my feet and tiny sparkles of fire danced about Primrose's head. Slowly, she reached up and, with an evil grin, removed the mask.
I gasped in agony when I saw that her eyes were still glowing. I had lost her.
Without the mask she still looked like Kidori, except for the telltale glow. The glow became a flame as she turned those eyes toward me and bellowed, "-Cinderella! I'll just have to finish you off, too, to make it official!-"
"Come on, then!" I could not quit, now. I had to stop her. Perhaps there was a way to help her, to undo the magic of the mask. Maybe I could get another wish, although I knew I was grasping at straws. "Come on! I'll fight you!" my voice broke and I sobbed, almost incoherent in my grief.
Brushing the tears away, I fumbled awkwardly. My hand looked too large. I explored further down and found that underneath the garment of curtain material, I was wearing my school uniform: white shirt and black pants. Cinderella was gone and I was myself, again.
For a moment, Primrose froze in shock, motionless, stunned by my sudden appearance. The glow dimmed in her eyes and it was Kidori who said, hesitantly, "H...Hiroshi? What are you doing here?"
At that moment I was swamped by memories; I didn't know what prompted them or why they came: The way she stumbled on stage when I had first seen her, with the wave of adulation from her fans sweeping over her. The look in her eyes at the concert when she had sung to me of the ninety-nine steps and how she was one step shy of deserving my love. The weakness I had felt when someone had said that they loved me. I knew then what I had to do.
She was vulnerable. The gods help me, I was going to use it against her.
"Kidori!" I cried, "I challenge you!"
She stiffened again, becoming Primrose - becoming an angry, vengeful warrior. "-No!-" her voice bellowed. She held her head in pain, as her eyes became lambent red again, and she roared, "-I will not permit it! Do you actually think you can face ME?-"
I could wait no longer. I drew a trembling breath and with all my strength and all my heart, I attacked.
"Kidori!" I cried, "Kidori! I love you!"
It was as if I had struck her with a hammer. She staggered backward and recovered, only to collapse to her knees, all the while vainly wiping as if the mask were still adhering to her face. Though she seemed to have taken a mortal blow, I could not be glad. This was her weakness - her paralyzing need to be loved. This was why she had stumbled before the audience's adulation and had almost fallen onstage the first time I saw her.
This, too, was why I had been made so helpless by Kuno's declaration of love for his 'Blue-clad Venus'. As Cinderella I had inherited both Primrose's strengths and her failings. Kuno had succeeded where many fans had not, because he meant what he gibbered - he was an idiot, but he was a sincere idiot.
The glow in Kidori's eyes faltered, faded, until she could look at me with tears glistening. She whispered, "Thank you, Hiroshi," and slumped to the stage floor. I reached for her as she fell, and as she fell, the stage opened up into a grassy meadow, still damp from recent rains. Distant trees ruffled in the breeze while clouds dimmed the sky. Still I reached, and still she fell, but I never got to her.
A hand fell on my shoulder and a throaty voice chuckled, "Way to go, kid. We'll take it from here." I turned to find a stunningly beautiful woman behind me, a woman with deep gray eyes, long, flowing white hair and a show-girl body in an eye-catching costume. She could have been a goddess.
"Wait! What are you doing?" I demanded, for several efficient looking women dressed in white furs had surrounded Kidori and were leading her from me. I heard her calling, but still, I could not get to her.
"We have to take her away. Trust me, it's for the best," the goddess said, gently holding me back. "Don't worry. I promise, before you know it she'll be back doing all the things ordinary girls get to do. But I'm afraid she can't do it the way she was. You can't see Kidori again."
"Look," she continued, when she saw that I still did not understand. "Seriously. She needs a rest. She's had a hard several lives, missed a lot because of her split soul. She had to regain the power of her anger without the mask, and then she had to restrain it before she hurt someone she loved. That's the only way we could heal her." As she started to fade, the goddess gave me a quick peck on the cheek and said, "Thanks, partner. We couldn't have done it without you!"
"But you can't take her away from me!" I cried, "I love her!"
"Of course you do!" her merry laughter melted into lacy clouds until the last thing I heard was, "That's what I do best!"
I was sobbing, in the middle of an empty meadow, and all the flowers in heaven could not console me. Suddenly the sun broke through. I looked around, she was gone and I was again onstage in the Furinkan gymnasium/auditorium.
And that was the last anyone ever saw of Kidori Nobara, the Primrose.
"Hey, what about my wish?" cried Nabiki, holding her camera ready, "You were supposed to pose for me!"
"That was if I won," I said, dispiritedly. "I lost, remember?"
She watched me slog away and her countenance fell. "Yeh," she said. "I remember. Tough luck, kid."
End: Chapter Seventeen
Partial listing of song titles:
Do you Believe in Magic, (can't remember)
Girls Just Wanna Have Fun, Cindy Lauper
Poor Little Fool, Ricky Nelson
The Power of Love, Huey Lewis and the News
Hunka-Hunka Burning Love, Elvis Presley
Great Balls of Fire, Jerry Lee Lewis