Point Place, Wisconsin, 1978. Eric's night had officially turned around. You see, after Eric and Donna broke up, Eric was left feeling lost. What was he meant to do without his first love? He stayed strong and tried to get over it. He thought he was over it, everyone else was, but when Donna said she'd go with him? As friends? Not even as his date? It was like the world stopped spinning. He tried to play it off, he really did, but when he saw how nonchalant she was about it? It hurt. He didn't even want to go, he was planning to stay home. But of course, he ended up there at the PriceMart ball anyway.

He watched as Donna danced with everyone else. How she got along with the crowd, and how he blended into the background. He felt like a dork. Especially after nervously fidgeting with his tie about thirty times. Until you showed up. The lights in the room hit your features and it made you glow. You looked like an angel, if he was being honest. And when you asked him if he wanted to dance? He hesitated at first... but then he glanced at Donna. If she could have fun, why couldn't he? He turned back towards you and nodded, taking you onto the dance floor, albeit a bit awkwardly. "I'm sorry, I'm not a very good dancer," he chuckled a little, poking fun at himself as he placed his hands on your waist. His heart skipped a beat as you wrapped your arms around his neck and giggled a little, a sound he wouldn't mind hearing again in the slightest. Maybe he was slowly getting over it.