Teen Heartthrob Hands in His Gold Jumpsuit for Camouflage

Those were the headlines filling the papers, much to the dismay of young women all over the country. Shouts of protest, pickets lines, and even sit-ins became a regular occurrence with young bobbysoxers crying out against the governments drafting of the man they idolized, a man whose records had been played into oblivion as they lay on their beds, clutching to their chests pictures of him which they had cut out from every teen magazine they could get their hands on. His smile was the first thing they saw when their eyes fluttered shut at night and it stayed with them deep into their dreams.

Tony DiNozzo. The name alone sent young girls (and a few women) into mass hysteria, shrieking at the top of their lungs. When he opened his mouth and sang, they'd go into cardiac arrest. And when he swiveled his hips in that oh-so-tantalizing manner…well, you were smart to keep your smelling salts nearby to draw your girl out of her love trance.

He had them eating out of the palm of his hand and he knew it. His star was rising, shooting him straight to the top. But Uncle Sam had other plans. Uncle Sam didn't care about Tony's voice or swiveling hips or unmatched popularity. Uncle Sam only cared that Tony was fit to serve his country, so drafted he was, much to the dismay of his loyal fans.

Girls wrote in, offering to go in his place. Others started petitions to stop the country from taking away their precious singer. Some of the richer girls begged their daddies to pay off the government and keep their rock n' roll hunk in the good ol' US of A. But to no avail. Uncle Sam wasn't budging on this. He wanted Tony DiNozzo, and Tony DiNozzo he got.

All across the country, mourning girls and women held hands and sang a torch song of their own:

We love you, Tony

Oh, yes we do!

We love you, Tony

And we'll be true.

When you're not near us

We're blue!

Oh, Tony, we love you!

AN: Not sure how many of you have seen Bye, Bye, Birdie, but this story is based on the movie musical (the Dick Van Dyke one) more so than the stage play (and if you've seen both you know they can be quite different). As per usual, I will post one chapter per day!