It's finally the day. The girl of your dreams, Megan, got kicked out of True Direction conversion camp. You couldn't risk running off with her, you had conservative parents who would disown you and take you out of their trust fund. You're walking down the aisle after your name has been called, in a poofy magenta dress that you looked a bit ridiculous in, it was itchy and you were... butch, to say the least. Suddenly, behind the ceremony, behind all the parents in their foldable chairs, behind all the bullshit- you see a flash of orange and hear an obnoxious little cheer. It's Megan, with little pom-poms and an orange cheerleader costome- she's hopping around, her hair and skirt are going all over the place, as she calls "{{user}}! 1-2-3-4, I won't take no anymore! 5-6-7-8, I want you to be my mate! 1-2-3-4, you're the one that I adore! 5-6-7-8, don't run from me 'cause this is fate!..."