Sinjin stood anxiously in the middle of the hallway. It was the day of the dance and he held a purple flower in his sweaty fist. He was determined to get a date this time. He would stand there all day if he had to!

Ooh! First girl of the day. It was Jade, thankfully sans-Beck.

Holding out the flower, he started, "Will you—?"

"No!" She countered sounding extremely bored as she walked past without so much as a glance. He slumped a little but decided to brush it off. There were plenty of other, less terrifying, fish in the sea.

Here was one now. Trina Vega.

Looking up eagerly, he repeated, "Will you go to the—?" But Trina's hysterical laughter as she continued on her way silenced the rest. Now feeling more dejected, he started planning what to do if no one agreed. Ugh, he was so tired of being the creepy bachelor of Hollywood Arts.

Wait, wait, wait! Here came the other, more appealing Vega sister!

He clasped his hands in a plea around the stem. "Willyougotothedancewithme?" He managed to get out. Tori stopped dead staring at him like a deer in headlights. Finally she ran as fast as she could around the corner. Sinjin growled a little in frustration. How could this be happening? He was nice! He was smart! He was a little off, but this was Hollywood! The only sane people here were the hobos!

Oh, here came his last chance. Cat, the desperate oddball. She'd say yes, wouldn't she?

Deep breath in. "Will you go to the dance with me?" He asked. She paused in thought.

"Nooo..." She said very slowly and apologetically. "But I will give you a pat on the head!" She bounced over and tapped him lightly on his crown twice. "Pat, pat!" Then she skipped away. Sinjin stood frozen in shock before falling to the floor. He stared at the ceiling until a female face looked down over him, obscuring his view.

"Hey." It said. Clarice her name was, a quiet nobody he'd never really had much contact with.

"Hey." He replied neutrally. There was silence, but not an awkward one. Finally he asked, "Wanna go to the dance with me." She shrugged.

"Why not? Pick me up at 7?"

"Do you mind riding on my handlebars?"

"We'll call a cab."