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As the sound of soft cha cha music swelled through the gymnasium, the student body of Claremont high were in the midst of mid-20th century teenage dating rituals. That ritual being, of course, the fabled high school dance. There was a blissful atmosphere, as like all high school dances, there was an obvious aura of young romance, as teenaged girls clung to their lovers, as they danced upon the hard, shiny floor. A few of those attending wandered over to the punch bowl to cool themselves off, as the temperature in the gym was rather humid, not to mention the fact that the gymnasium had no air conditioning, causing the students to feel very uncomfortable, and some girls even fainted due to the heat, with the boys having to carry their partners to keep them on their feet. It was at this particular dance where Ahsoka and her new boyfriend Abraham were leaning against the wall chatting about their personal lives. Abraham however, had trouble paying attention to the conversation at hand, as he was entranced by the way Ahsoka had fancied herself up for this grand occasion. She’d usually wear sweaters and jeans and other things like that due to her tomboyish nature. However, she looked very different, and very beautiful, in the poofy, light blue dress she was wearing, and the pearl necklace around her neck that she had borrowed from Padme. Her hair was done in an elaborate updo, and she looked like she had just come out of a fairytale. Lord, was she gorgeous. Abraham’s train of thought was interrupted when Ahsoka exclaimed. “Hey! Choir boy! Are you listening to me? I was just telling you about my favorite singer!”
Abraham adjusted his glasses. “Frank Sinatra? He’s the only singer I know, to be perfectly honest.”
Ahsoka corrected the naive boy. “No, silly! Frank Sinatra’s for pansies! I honestly have no idea why Mom enjoys his music so much. It’s so boring! There’s no edge at all! Elvis Presley, however, is one of the greatest singers of all time! He’s just so cool, and quite the dreamboat at that. Unfortunately, he’s just joined the army, so I don’t think I’ll be hearing anything new from him for awhile.”
Abraham, having only a basic knowledge of pop music, due to growing up on country music and gospel, was puzzled by Ahsoka’s near-fanatical devotion to a flash-in-the-pan pop star. “Elvis Presley? I think I saw him on television once, but I don’t think I’m familiar with his music. To be perfectly honest, I believe he’ll just stop making music after he gets out from the army. No one will remember him twenty years from now. Perhaps rock and roll is just a fad.”
Ahsoka sighed. “Perhaps you’re right, Abe. Maybe he’ll get married and settle down, and just stop making music. You know, I’d hate to go back home. My dad’s been giving me the cold shoulder ever since he met Satine. He’s way more interested in her than he is in spending time with me. He also gets very drunk sometimes. He’s very nasty when he drinks, and goes on these unhinged rants about Mom. He calls her every name in the book. I much prefer spending time with Padme and Anakin. Especially since me and Anakin have been close since childhood. He’s the big brother I never had.”
Abraham’s eyes widened with shock. “I never knew Obi-Wan was a drunk! Doesn’t he know that drunkenness is a sin-“
Ahsoka interrupted. “Abe, time and a place. I wasn’t raised religious, remember? Anyways, I was thinking I could marry you, and we could escape to the suburbs and have some kids and live happily ever after. Isn’t that the way life’s supposed to be? The way Ozzie and Harriet live their lives?”
Abraham turned down this suggestion. “No, Soka. If we marry, it’ll only make things worse. You’re Japanese, I’m white. We’d be social pariahs.”
Ahsoka’s face fell. “Oh. I guess the world just isn’t ready for that yet. These kinds of relationships never end well in the movies, anyhow.”
Abraham, however, had a backup plan up his sleeve. “Hold on, Ahsoka. I think I know what to do.”
Ahsoka tilted her head. “Really?”
Abraham explained. “I’ll kill Satine. I’ll see if I can get away with murder.”
Ahsoka was shocked. “Murder? But you’re a holy roller! You’re not capable of that!”
Abraham flashed a mischievous, yet sinister grin. “Perhaps I am. After I kill Satine, Obi-Wan will stop ignoring you.”
Ahsoka was confused. “But-but it won’t make him stop drinking! Your plan will only make things worse! I could be blamed for killing Satine, and I’m too young for jail! I don’t want to go to jail!”
Abraham replied, in an unsettlingly calm tone. “It’s worth a try, Soka…..”