Putzie put two cups of punch in our cups. I was about to sip it, but Sonny showed up with an alcohol in his hand. "Care for some?"
Putzie nodded and held out his cup, but I asked, "Ain't that against the rules to spike the punch?"
"Are you McGee?" He asked back as he walks away to the punch bowl to spike it.
I only like wine, but not beer. Beer tastes funny to me, and I don't want to get drunk. I never got drunk all my life. I'm not sure if Jill did, but John did and he was grounded for three weeks after disobeying Mom and Dad for getting alcohol.
I sipped my punch and then another song comes on, "Tears on my pillow." I pulled Putzie to the two lines, one for boy and for girl. It's a dance were a couple comes down the line while we dance. I just saw Rizzo with another guy. She's wearing a long red dress with black polka dots and high red spiky heels.
After a few couples, it's our turn. As we start walk dancing down, I keep spinning myself around like a top and we made it to the small stage with a school secretary, Chisum, and Sonny coming to the stage as well. By the end of the song, she shushes everyone and shouts "The Rydell fight song!"
Most of the student body cheered, except us. I was like... Ok... Let's go with the new arrangement to the song we hate so much. Then McGee and "Spittoon" came down the hall to the front and climbed up to the stage and she says, "When you're finished."
A voice in the crowd shouted, "We're finished!"
She continues, "You will be happy to know that I am not judging the dance contest." We start cheering. Thank god she doesn't! It would ruin everything if she does it! I kinda ignored that because Frenchy and I were talking. "I think we owe a round of applause to Patty Simcox and Eugene Felsnick and committee for their beautiful decorations!"
"LET'S HEAR IT FOR THE TOILET PAPER!" I hear Sonny shout out loud and got us cheering. I shook my head and coughed.
Again, she continues, "In a few moments, the entire nation will be watching Rydell High." She sighs, "God help us. And I want you all to be on your best behavior."
Sonny shouts, "NO HEINIE BITING!" And we all laugh.
"And now, here he is, the prince of the platters, Mr. Vince Fontaine!"
OH MY GOSH! VINCE FONTAINE!
My eyes searched for him around the room. I want to touch him. Where is he I thought.
"Where is he?" I shouted the thought at the same time.
McGee shouted his name again. And he comes down the middle with a bunch of crazy fans jumping at him and touching him. He comes up on stage and then starts doing his famous kicks to the drum beat sound.
I can't take it. We all started screaming. I covered my ears. Putzie asked me if I'm ok, I nodded.
"Hi kids! Hey, it's great to be here at Rydell High! What's your name sweetheart?" He asks McGee, and we all laugh again.
She comes back to the mic. "Now, for the rules." Oh great. There are rules.
A guy in the crowd shouted. "Up the rules!"
"Spittoon" came back to the mic and recites, "Game rule one. All couples must be boy-girl."
Putzie who wraps his arms around my waist, pushes Eugene who is next to us and shouts, "Aw! Too bad Eugene!" I start laughing.
"Alright! Alright! Alright! Come on!" "Spittoon" continues, "Game rule two, during the dance contest, if you're tapped on the shoulder, you must leave the floor immediately, or else. I mean it."
And McGee took the mic to finish, "And rule three, anyone doing tasteless, or vulgar movements, will be disqualified." Then we start booing. I turn to see Putzie booing and gave them a thumbs down.
Rizzo is with the guy's arms around her waist and she says, "That leaves us out." Again, we started laughing.
McGee gives her a dirty look and "Spittoon" asked them, "Can we keep it clean, please? Let's keep it clean."
The same guy from before rushes past him. "20 seconds!"
Vince takes the mic and says quickly as possible. I love it when he talks too fast in rhyme. "Thank you fans and friends, odds and ends. And now for you gals and guys, a few words to the wise. You Jim and Sals are my best pals. And to look your best for the big contest, just to be yourselves and have a ball. That's what it's all about after all! So forget about the camera, and think about the beat. We'll give the folks at home a real big treat. Don't worry about where the camera is, just keep on dancin, that's your biz. Hey if I tap your shoulder move to the side. Let the others finish the ride!"
I can't stop looking at him. My jaw drops open and I found myself drooling. Putzie kept taking my eyes off him but gave up.
"Ten seconds!"
"Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five! Four! Three! Two! One!"
Bam! We're now officially live on television!