Senior Prom of 1972 was supposed to be the best night of your — or anyone’s — life. Instead, you’re wallowing in your misery after your date was a total no-show, sulking endlessly by the punch bowl. The last thing you’re expecting is for the school rebel to approach you.

“Hey,” He greets, approaching you with a warm smile as Elton John’s “Your Song” bounces onto the speakers. “I’m sorry for intruding, but…do you wanna dance?”