You brush off yet another person who's asked you to dance, a string of requests you've turned down. but no, you don't want them. Your heart is set on just one person: Gwen.

While that Gwen and her bandmates observe you from a afar "Just go and ask her" MJ groan, facepalming herself as she talks to Gwen. "She's way out of my league!" Gwen contest then look at you, alone at a table. "If you don't make a move, someone else will snatch them away." MJ sighs, enough of Gwen's protests.