The night had been everything he wanted and then some. After he had fulfilled his teen age dream of having his clothes torn off by a bunch of screaming women he had spent the rest of the night with Angela. The crowd had loved their performance and kept shouting for them to sing some more. So for the next hour they had sung I Got You Babe, Don't Go Breaking My Heart, You're The One That I want, I Want To Hold Your Hand, Hey Jude, and finally Do You Love Me? The crowd had gone wild after every song but they finally had to stop because their voices were getting hoarse. So someone had put music over the sound system and they spent the remainder of the evening dancing in each other's arms. Women kept coming over hoping that Tony would dance with them but he would politely decline. Angela figured he really wanted to dance with one of them so she decided to let him off the hook.

"Tony, if you want to dance with someone else you can."

"Why would I wanna do that? You're the one I want to be with."

"Tony, you don't have to..."

"I know I don't have to. I want to. Okay?" He smiled.

'Okay." She smiled back and they continued dancing until the benefit was over. They piled into the station wagon and after about twenty minutes Mona, Sam, and Jonathan were passed out from exhaustion. Tony and Angela didn't say much not because they were tired but because they wanted to savor the feelings they were experiencing. After they arrived home the others went right to bed but Tony and Angela decided to stay up some more.

The night had been one of the best they ever had and neither one of them wanted it to end.

"Well that was some night wasn't it?" Angela asked, sitting down on the couch next to Tony.

"It sure was. I can't believe it finally happened! I got my clothes torn off!" he grinned like the cat who ate the canary.

Angela chuckled. "Yeah, I know you waited a long time for that."

"Yeah, I did. But to tell you the truth it wasn't the best part of the night."

"It wasn't?"

"No."

"Oh, it must have been all the applause."

"No, it wasn't the applause."

"Oh the chocolate egg creams?"

"No, it wasn't the chocolate egg creams either."

"Then what?"

"Not what. Who."

"Oh, you mean one of those women who kept screaming your name."

Tony shook his head. "No Angela. It was you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you. If it wasn't for you tonight never would have happened. I uh I know what you did. I know that you pretended to have stage fright so the Dream Tones would take me back."

Angela sighed. "Yeah, I figured Mother blabbed the truth to you."

"Well she didn't actually blab it. She just gave me a few little hints and I picked up on things."

"Oh. I hope you're not mad that I tricked you."

"No, I'm not mad. I think it was very sweet what you did."

"You do?"

"Yeah."

When Tony had realized what Mona was telling him without telling him he had been taken aback. Angela had sacrificed something she loved doing to make him happy. It was one of the most genuine and loving things someone had ever done for him. He knew at that moment the only way to thank her was to invite her to sing with him. Whether the other guys liked it or not. And it had been one of the best times of his life. He was singing with his dream girl. The girl who he had major feelings for. Although he could and would never let her know. After all she was an elegant, sophisticated, and beautiful lady and all he was was just her housekeeper. Things would never work out for them in the romance department but that night he could pretend that they did. That night they were just two people singing and dancing together.

Angela shrugged. "I just felt so guilty. I mean this was something that you had been dreaming about doing for years and they kicked you out because of me."

"AY OH OH AY, if that was the way they felt then so be it!"

'That's very sweet of you but I couldn't let them do that to you. You looked like you had lost your best friend."

"Angela, they're not my best friends."

"They're not? Oh that's right Bobby Governale is."

"No, he isn't. Well he is. I mean he's my old-best friend. But he's not my only best friend."

"Okay. Yeah, I know I am too." She said sadly knowing that she was in love with him but he wasn't with her.

And that was what made the evening both a blessing and a curse. She had loved singing and dancing with him and pretending for a time they were together. But now they were home and back to reality. She could never and would never tell him how she really felt. After all she was just a boring, uptight, and conservative woman and he was a very warm and loving man who could have his pick of any woman in the world. So why would he want someone like her?

"Hey? What's with the long face?"

"Oh, nothing. I guess I'm just a little tired."

Tony chuckled. "Yeah, I guess you would be. I mean the crowd kept wanting us to sing."

"And when we weren't singing we were dancing."

"Yeah, that was my favorite part."

"I just bet. All those women coming over trying to cut in."

"Yeah, they tried but I wasn't about to let anyone come between me and my Dream Tonette."

"Your Dream Tonette?!"

"Yes. My sweet, adorable, and loving Dream Tonette. The woman that I…ummm that means the world to me."

"You mean the world to me too."

They smiled at each other and sat back.

"So, do you think you and the Dream Tones will sing together again?"

"Eh, who knows? I mean it was fun and everything but I doubt we will ever do it again."

"Why not?"

"I guess it's just one of those teenage fantasies. And now that it has happened I can move on."

"Oh, you mean you wouldn't want to have your clothes torn off again?"

"Well maybe but you know only by the right woman." He glanced at her.

"Yeah, the right woman."

'But you obviously don't mean me.'

'I obviously mean you.'

They looked away scared that the other could read their thoughts.

"So you know the night is still young, how about we cut the rug some more?"

Angela gave him a confused look. "Tony it's 2:00 in the morning!"

"Okay, fine it's late in the evening. But, hey we're still wide awake so why not?"

"Okay, but nothing fast. I don't think my feet could take it."

"Hey, that's no problem. I'll put on a nice slow one."

He got up and went over to the stereo and put in a cassette tape. After a few moments the opening chords of Stand By Me came over the room. He walked back over and held his hand out. She slipped hers in his and he pulled her up. He swung her around and then brought her back to him. For the next few minutes they let Ben E. King tell them both something they would never forget.

They would always stand by each other.