"You know, I've got better things to do than go to school after school" Sully grumbled. Hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, he followed his bandmate Mazzy down the empty corridors of their high school.

"No you don't" Mazzy said with a chuckle, twirling the key to their band room around her finger. "Sides, tis not like I'm dragging you here to study. Just a quick jam session before we send off Chunk on his big tour with his band."

"If you'd tone it down a little, you could practice at home" Sully told her "Without your neighbors complaining."

"Said the guy whose got imprints from his keyboard on his forehead."

"Fair point. Still, what'cha need me for?" He grinned. "Or are you afraid the ghosts of Royal Woods High will haunt you if you're all alone?"

Mazzy turned on the spot, Sully flinching as she sternly pointed at him. "First, don't even joke about that. The snarky ones are always the first to get dragged into the underworld." She walked on, Sully following her in a slight distance. "Second, I just play better when there's a melody accompanying my beat. And playing to recorded music isn't the same."

Reaching the end of the hallway, they stood in front of their band room. "Won't be a long session anyway" she remarked, tossing the key into the air and catching it again. "Still gotta do math, and I don't want to miss the new ARRGH! episode tonight."

Sully rolled his eyes. "Hey, no offense, but don't you think it's time to drop that ghost stuff?"

"Not saying it's all real" Mazzy said as she put the key in the keyhole. "Just that-"

She paused. As she tried to turn the key, she realized the door wasn't locked – actually, it was open by a notch. The two teens exchanged a surprised glance, then peeked into the room. At first, they didn't see anything unusual, only the instruments and some chairs scattered throughout it.

"Did we forget to lock the door?" Sully asked.

"Maybe" Mazzy said. Suddenly, she perked up. "Or, maybe it's a sign of paranormal activity?"

Sully frowned. "Right. That's way more plausible."

The sarcasm got stuck in his throat however when a long, mourning sigh echoed from within the band room. The depressing, almost life-defying ring in the voice sent shivers down Sully's spine, while Mazzy eagerly opened the door further. But when the two of them stepped into the room, they didn't see any ghosts – only one of their bandmates lying on a speakers in the corner.

"Sam?" Mazzy and Sully said in unison.

Head hanging over one end of the speaker and her legs dangling down the other, the blonde didn't even turn her head. "Oh, hey guys. What's up? Here for a little jam session? Cool. Don't mind me, just hanging around." Her voice sounded like it had to drag itself out of her mouth, while her blank eyes stared at the ceiling.

"Woah, that's a frown if I ever saw one" Mazzy said, closing the door behind them.

"Yeah, you look like your pet died" Sully said, then paused. "Um, your pet didn't die, right? If so, I'm very sorry for your loss."

"No, nothing like that. It's just…" With another long sigh, Sam sat up, putting a foot on the speaker while wrapping her arms around her knee. "I was on a concert last night. With Luna."

Immediately Sully turned around. "Ho boy. Trouble in paradise? That's girl-talk – I'm outta here."

Before he could even reach for the doorknob however Mazzy grabbed him by the collar. "Sit, doofus." With a twist of her hand, she tossed him into one of the chairs. While he rubbed his throat and glared at her, Mazzy grabbed another chair and sat down backwards on it. "What happened?"

"Nothing… not much… a lot… I dunno." Sam buried her face in her arms. "Listen, I've never told you two before, but the thing, I…um, I-I…" Her voice trailed off into a whisper.

"What was that?" Sully asked, tilting his chair forward.

"C-can't…" Muttering under her breath, Sully and Mazzy only got fragments of what Sam said.

"Can't what?" Mazzy asked.

"Whistle?"

"Snap your fingers?"

"Chew gum and walk at the same time?"

"I CAN'T DANCE!"

Sam's sudden scream almost made Sully fall out of his chair. Just in time, he grabbed a nearby bassoon and caught his balance. "Seriously?" he asked while stabilizing his chair, then crossed his arms and legs. "But you got great rhythm!"

"Only in my fingers" Sam said, holding up her hands. "When I try to move my feet, it's just step, step, trip."

"Does Luna know?" Mazzy asked.

"Oh jeez, don't tell me last night was all you making excuses so you didn't have to dance?" Sully asked.

"She knows, she knows" Sam assured them "And she's cool with it."

"Then what's the problem?" Sully asked.

Sam rubbed her shoulder. "Well, it was… awkward, you know? All those couples, dancing around us - and then there was I, standing next to Luna, while she danced on her own."

Mazzy tilted her head. "And now, you feel bad about it?"

Looking at the ground, Sam nodded. "And though she didn't say anything, I could tell from the look in her eyes… she really wanted to dance with me."

"If it bothers you that much, why don't you learn how to dance?" Sully suggested.

Sam shot a glare at him. "Wow, Sully, what a brilliant idea! Why, I feel so stupid for never thinking of it before."

Sully harrumphed. "No need to be sarcastic, 'kay. Just wanted to help."

"Sorry. But I tried so many times, I can't even count. When I got home last night, I actually gave it another shot."

"How'd it go?" Mazzy asked.

"I tripped, broke my desk lamp and woke up the rest of my family. Now I'll have to do the dishes for two weeks."

"I guess you also tried dancing classes?" Sully asked.

"Got banned from three" Sam said, holding up said number of fingers. "One time, I broke my teacher's foot while trying a tango – was a bad day to wear heavy metal boots." She let herself fall back on the speaker, covering her face with her hands. "I'm a lost cause..."

Sully looked at Sam, feeling sorry for her. Suddenly, he noticed Mazzy was staring at him, and he flinched. "Oh no, I know where this is going!" he yelled, defiantly crossing his arms into an X. "But I say, we are not meddling in this."

Mazzy scowled at him.

"She broke someone's foot!"

From under her bangs, Sully felt her eyes trying to pierce a hole into him.

"…Fine. We'll help you learn to dance" he murmured, much to Mazzy's satisfaction.

Still covering her face, Sam glanced at them through her fingers. "Are you sure? In case I didn't make it clear enough, I'm reeeaaaally bad."

Mazzy and Sully stood up. They walked over to Sam, grabbed her hands and pulled her up on her feet. "Hey, it's all cool." Mazzy said. She wrapped an arm around Sam's shoulder, grinning. "Sides, you'll embarrass the Moon Goats if someone finds out our bassist can't dance."

"Yeah, they'll think we all got no rhythm" Sully joked, also putting an arm around Sam. More seriously he said: "Don't worry Sam. We'll help you out."

"When we're done with you" Mazzy added "You and Luna will be dancing like in the prom scene of a horribly kitsch teen movie."

Blushing, Sam smiled at her friends. "Thanks, guys."