Sully walked up and down in front of the club. Inside, he could hear the Chunk's guests getting impatient. "Where are they?" he asked, looking up and down the sidewalk.

"Relax" Mazzy said, leaning on the wall next to the door. Both teens were wearing formal, though not too fancy get-ups. "There's no way Luna's missing Chunks send-off."

"You're probably right. Question is, will Sam show up?" Looking up at the night sky he sighed. "Maybe we pushed her too hard.

Mazzy rubbed her neck. "Yeah. She seemed real down when she left."

Sully bit his lip. "You don't think things between her and Luna are worse than she let on?"

Mazzy was about to reply, but then paused. "Why don't you just ask them?" she grinned, nodding behind Sully.

Sam and Luna came walking down the street, hand in hand, also dressed for the occasion. "Hey guys!" Sam greeted them, she and Luna waving as they approached.

As Sully turned around, he breathed a sigh of relief. "There you are!" he called out as they stood in front of them. "We were worried you wouldn't make it."

"Mostly him" Mazzy joked, pointing her thumb at Sully.

"Sorry" Luna apologized. "Had to sort some things out, then were short on time to get ready."

"Did we miss much?" Sam asked.

Mazzy shook her head. "Nah. Chunk's been holding off. Said he didn't want to start without all the Moan Goats opening for him."

Sully cleared his throat. "So… everything's cool between you two?"

Luna and Sam exchanged a glance, then smiled. "Cool and chilled" Luna said.

"Thanks again for the dance lessons" Sam said to Mazzy and Sully. A bit sheepish, she added: "Aaaand sorry again for stepping on your feet, Sully. Over. And over."

"Don't sweat it." Sully stretched out his leg, wriggling his foot. "It doesn't even hurt anymore." With a slight grimace, he mumbled: "Well, not much. Once we're done with our performance, I guess I'll be sitting the night out."

Suddenly, Mazzy grabbed his arm, a big grin on her face. "Oh, don't think I'll let you off the hook tonight before we hit the dance floor!" she said, dragging him to the club. "Now let's go send-off Chunk, before his band leaves without him."

Mazzy pulled Sully into the club, who begrudgingly followed. Laughing, Luna and Sam walked after them. Just as they were about to step in however, Sam stopped. "Hey, Luna. I know I said I'd stick with my bass but if you really want to dance…"

Taking both her hands, Luna turned towards Sam. "Do you want to dance?" she asked. "Honest answer."

After some thinking, Sam shook her head. "Not really. It felt great dancing with you and I totally want to do it again sometime. But it's not like whenever I hear music, I get the urge to move my feet."

Luna gently embraced Sam's hands. "Then let's leave it at that. And whenever you feel like shaking it, just say the word."

Smiling, Sam nodded. "Okay – as long as you promise you won't miss out because you're afraid it makes me feel bad." She winked at her. "No more drama?"

Luan chuckled. "No more drama"

"Great. And no more making Chunk wait – let's get in there and rock!"

The couple entered the club. As they stepped over the doorstep, Luna asked: "Say, how often did you step on Sully's feet?"

Sam smirked. "Let's just say if you ever give me a legit dance lesson, better wear your heavy metal boots."