#Ballroom Blitz

[cosmonautroger]

Shelton Walsmith, Ballroom Blitz

[the-fairy-king-by-nightingale]

ballroom blitz:

Brian: are you ready, steve :)

Steve: *moans*

[tprings-hair]

everyone here says their star trek playlist has one crazy song for amok time but no one's feels crazy enough for me. anyway here's amok time ballroom blitz

[jennaispunk]

Ballroom Blitz

Summary: Din Djarin gets more than he bargained for when he attends a party celebrating the New Year on Plasir-15.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Rating: G (it’s fluff)

Word Count: 2.2k

Warning/Tags: fluff, Din is soft for his girl, teensy bit of jealous!Din, established relationship, shenanigans, Grogu being Grogu, brief mention of vomit, holiday party gone wrong, brief mention of a fight and minor injuries, takes place after season 3, the Razor Crest is back because I said so.

A/N: After many false starts, here is my contribution to @beefrobeefcal Festive Failure 2024 challenge. I did my best to channel the inner chaos and I hope I did you proud, Beef!!

I had the epiphany for the plot of this story when I heard the Ballroom Blitz by Sweet on the radio driving to my work Christmas party (hence, the title of this story. The song is one of my favorites, an absolute bop, and I will blast it in the car every time it comes on. Sorry not sorry). I yelled some vibes into the notes app on my phone as I drove and the rest is history. I dove way too deep into the Star Wars/ Mando universe for this (a lot ended up on the cutting room floor), my apologies for any piece of Star Wars lore that doesn’t jive (please don’t come for me). I used a bit of Mando’a and have translated where needed (I think we all know the meaning of cyar’ika and mesh’la by now).

Moodboard by me. Dividers and banner by @saradika-graphics

The large doors of the grand meeting room slowly open, and the droids usher you inside. You cling to Din’s arm as the two of you, with Grogu is his pram, make your way toward the Duchess and Captain Bombardier. This was the first time you had been allowed to go on a mission with Din and your first time meeting royalty.

Feeling terribly underdressed for such a special occasion; you clench your free hand into a fist to calm your nerves. The knuckles of the hand holding Din’s elbow begin to pale as your grip tightens.

Din looks down at your death grip and tilts his head toward your ear.

“Relax, cyar’ika.” He whispers through his modulator. “They’re just people.”

A half-hearted smile plays on your lips. This is so far beyond anything you ever dreamed of growing up on Loth and you want to make a good first impression.

“Duchess…Captain…”

Din greets the royal couple with a curt nod, and you curtsy.

“The Duchess and I can’t tell you how grateful we are for you coming to our aid once again.”

Captain Bombardier’s voice booms and you bite your cheek to keep from giggling at the theatrics of it all. They really are an odd couple. Your attention is drawn to the opulence of the room, the ornate decorations and tapestries; it all feels a little surreal.

“Thanks to you, our celebration of the New Year tonight can go on as planned. We’d love for you to join us for party.”

The last word snapped your attention back to the conversation you’d been too occupied with other things to pay attention to.

“A party?”

Your eyes go wide at the sound of your own voice. You didn’t mean to say that out loud. Clamping your mouth closed, you press your lips into a tight line.

The Duchess smiles warmly, putting you at ease.

“Yes, a party. We celebrate the coming of the New Year on Plazir-15 with a celebration to rival any in the galaxy. Music, food, dancing…we have it all.”

Your eyes light up at her description. The party sounds wonderful, so different from any other party you’ve attended. Thinking on it, you don’t know that you’ve ever been to a proper party before.

“Thank you for the generous offer, your majesty,” Din voice is clipped and direct. “But we really need to-”

“Nonsense!”

The captain cuts Din off mid sentence, not accepting ‘no’ for an answer.

“Surely you can spare a night to celebrate. You’ve earned it…and we insist.”

Even through his armor and helmet, you can tell Din is annoyed. You’ve been together long enough to read his tells. You desperately want to experience this party, and you turn to him with pleading eyes.

“Can we…please?” you ask softly.

Din’s sigh is audible, and you smile. He can’t deny you, no matter how badly he wants to. He’s powerless against your puppy dog eyes and that childish pout.

“Alright.” he grumbles.

Grogu squeals but you keep silent. You’re not going to make a fool of yourself in front of your hosts. You turn to Din and give him a devilish smirk; you’ll make it up to him later, back on the Crest.

The duchess giggles and claps her hands.

“Excellent! You’re going to have a wonderful time.”

The excitement you felt immediately dies when you realize that you have nothing to wear. You can’t go to the party wearing leggings and a tunic.

The duchess notices your crestfallen expression and takes your hand in hers.

“Come with me, my dear. We will find you something gorgeous to wear.”

She links her arm in yours and drags you away.

“Tis the kriffin season.” Din mutters as you walk away.

The breath is stolen from Din’s chest as you descend the staircase. You look absolutely radiant in your silver sequined dress. The dress fit you perfectly, showing off your figure and shapely legs. He always thought you were beautiful, but this was another level. Seeing you all dressed up made his heart pound.

Din was never one for parties. He preferred to keep a low profile. Spending a quiet night at home with you is what he’d prefer, but he’d do anything to see you happy.

Your small hand slips into his larger one as you reach the last step. Although his face is concealed by his helmet, you know he’s smiling.

“Mesh’la.” he whispers.

All it takes is that one word to make your cheeks burn. Hearing the language of his people always felt special, like a secret only the two of you shared. He’d been giving you Mando’a lessons in preparation for your upcoming riduurok, and you jump at that chance to use it.

“Vor entye, ner kar'ta.” (Thank you, my heart)

Your hand rests against the cool beskar of his helmet, gazing into his visor imagining the color of the eyes that you know are laser focused on you right now.

“It’ll be good for us.” you tell him with a small smile. “You need to relax…we both do.”

The two of you had been traveling for weeks now, the longest you had been away from your little home in Nevarro since you moved in. You wanted a few hours to enjoy something other than playing games with Grogu on the Razor Crest. Not that you were complaining, you wouldn’t trade your time with Din and Grogu for anything; but it was nice to get to experience something different.

The welcome droids push the doors to the ballroom open and your immediately assaulted with the most bizarre spectacle you’ve even seen.

Enormous arches glistening with holographic displays and shimmering banners from dozens of different star systems capture your attention. The room is filled with species from all parts of the galaxy: Ithorian, Rodian, Togruta, and more you don’t even recognize.

Music is coming from the corner of the room, played by a band similar to the ones you’d seen in the cantinas on Tattooine. A group of creatures you couldn’t identify in flashy clothing were gathered around a floating table, cheering and shouting. A Devronian was performing some kind of trick with fire, using a combination of blasters and flamethrowers to create a dazzling display. You hardly knew what to look at next.

Din found a table near the perimeter of the party, where his back would be to the wall. He was always on alert, always watching for potential threats. As much as you wanted him to, he couldn’t let his guard down; he had to keep you and Grogu safe. He would relax once all of you were safely on the Razor Crest and headed home.

Never before had you seen anything like this; and you were a bit overwhelmed in the best way. Grogu babbled happily in Din’s arms as he took in the lights and sounds. Seeing him so excited made you happy, at least the two of you were having a good time. Grogu reaches out his arms toward a table filled with every type of food imaginable.

“I’m going to get Grogu something to eat. Do you want anything?”

His voice snaps you back to reality. You look over at him and shake your head.

“I’m fine, thanks.”

Grogu immediately reaches for the first thing that catches his eye as they approach the table. He closes his eyes, and force lifts a fruitcake. The loaf float precariously through the air.

“Grogu. No.”

Grogu’s ears dropped and the fruitcake landed with a thud. His attention was quickly diverted to the various delicacies spread out before him.

As they make their way through the crowd, a large, boisterous figure in a leather vest staggered into them. The man reeked of cheap alcohol and arrogance.

"Watch where you’re—"

Din’s words fall on deaf ears, the stranger was already stumbling away, unaware.

Din shook off the stranger and arrived at the table to find you engaged in conversation with a twi’lek who wasn’t subtle with his flirtations. A tickle of jealousy flowed through him; you were his and he didn’t like the way he was looking at you.

“Din, this is Reess Tarkul. Reess, this is my betrothed, Din Djarin.”

Din nodded curtly and before he could tell him to get lost, Reess stood.

“I was just keeping your lovely companion here company. I hate to see beautiful woman left unattended.”

You knew Din’s muscles were tense, even if it wasn’t visible to anyone else.

“Your concern is admirable, but I assure you, my eyes were always on her.” Din growled.

The fingers of his right hand twitch and you immediately stand. Reaching out, you cover his forearm with your hand.

The band comes to a discordant halt as shouting filled the air. Two creatures you’ve never seen before begin pushing and shoving, one of them sent flying, colliding with one of the dancers, dousing him in a blast of liquid, instantly extinguishing his flames but causing him to slip on the slick floor. He collides with another performer, and then, in a chain reaction, a series of decorative lights fell, sparking and sending a cascade of short-circuiting wires across the floor.

Panic rippled through the crowd and there was a mad rush toward the door. You were separated from Din during the chaos. You fought, but you’re swept up into the crowd. Pain shot through you as an errant elbow connects with your cheek, knocking you to the floor. The room spins as you try to get your bearings.

Strong arms wrap around your middle and haul you to your feet. It’s not until you feel beskar against your skin that you realize Din is the one holding you. Using himself as a shield, he pushes his way through the throng with you tucked safely behind him.

A loud siren sounds causing everyone to freeze. The small fire had been extinguished and other than a few minor injuries, no one appears to be seriously injured. Helper droids disperse through the crowd and begin to clean up the mess and guide the partygoers toward the doors.

“Everyone!”

Captain Bombardier’s voice carries over the crowd as you and Din search for Grogu.

“Fear not! This is but a momentary hiccup in the festivities. Please join us in the garden for the fireworks!”

Din pushes past the crowd, gripping your hand tightly. He’s not letting go of you until the three of you are out of here. Happy squeals fill the air and both of you turn to see Grogu happily inhaling the last hunk of the fruitcake he’d been eyeing all night. Brown, red and green splotches adorn his hands and face, and crumbs litter the table around him.

“There you are, kid”

“Patu!”

Grogu raises his arms, and Din scoops him up, holding him out to inspect the damage.

Grogu giggles happily and then vomits down Din’s chest. The brown sludge slides down his beskar and your shoulders shake with suppressed giggles as you take Grogu from him. He cleans the mess the best he can, then turns to you.

“It’s time to go.” he grumbles.

You nod in agreement. There’s been more than enough excitement for one day. You wince as you try to smile at him, there’s going to be a hell of a bruise on your cheek in the morning.

Fireworks light up the sky as the Razor Crest takes off. Grogu is nestled safely in his pram, sleeping soundly. It’s a shame he fell asleep; he would have loved the dazzling show.

You reach for Din’s hand as you hold an ice pack to your cheek with the other. What a wild night. No words could adequately describe the spectacle you just witnessed. You’re good on parties for a while.

Din turns toward you and squeezes your hand. All three of you are safe and on your way home, and he can finally relax. He sighed as he looked at you. It was his job to protect you, and although you weren’t seriously hurt, he felt like he’d failed you somehow.

“Does it hurt much?”

His voice is soft, even through the modulator. He’s feeling guilty about you getting hurt. You can feel it in the way he’s holding your hand, hear it in the cadence of his breaths.

You return his squeeze with one of your own. You want to tell him not to worry, but that’s like telling the sun not to shine. He’ll always worry, always try to protect you; and you love him for it.

“Not too much. You’ve punched me harder than that trying to teach me self defense.”

His gravely laugh floats through the cabin. Your ability to bounce back and roll with anything that comes your way amazes him. You were his perfect match.

The silence settles between you, and your eyes close. The soft hum of the Crest lulls you into a twilight; your limbs begin to feel heavy, and it won’t be long before sleep calls you. Soon you’ll be back to your little home with the two people you love the most.

The events of the last few hours play in your mind, and you laugh softly at the absurdity of it all.

“That was some party.” you murmur.

Din groans. It was some party, alright. He’d be happy to never attend a party again.

“No more parties for a while, okay?”

Din presses a few buttons and sets the ship into hyperspace.

“No more parties…”

You mumble your agreement as you begin to drift off to sleep. Taking a break from parties sounded like a good plan.

[myimaginaryradio]

Ballroom Blitz - Sweet

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Nuclear Assault - Ballroom Blitz

[kingofspadescos]

Dean Winchester x Reader - Ballroom Blitz

Right- sp I've gotten myself hyperfixated on Supernatural and well- I'm only on season 5 but I had an idea- so here we go

Reader is Gended Neutral

Anything in () - is unimportant parts of the song, not plot dependent

Song - Ballroom Blitz : By - Sweet (YouTube video at the bottom)

So imagine-

Dean and Sam were on another case, chasing what they presumed to be demons. A string of murders had been traced back to a bar in fucktown nowhere Pennsylvania, and the brothers had immediately swung by the bar once they made the connection.

(Are you ready, Steve? Uh-huh.

Andy? Yeah.

Mick? Okay.

Alright, fellas, let's go!)

As soon as they entered the bar, they were hit in the face by loud music, the stench of alcohol, and the overall buzz as a hoard of people gathered on the dance floor. Dean looked around with a smirk. This was something he could get used to.

"Hey Sammy, why don't-"

"Oh, it's been getting so hard. Living with the things you do to me"

Dean was cut off by the band that was currently providing entertainment for the customers at the bar. His eyes swept across the makeshift stage of the joint, and up to the singer, who was already looking directly at him. He tilted his head in question, but the singer only smirked and averted their eyes to his brother.

"My dreams are getting so strangeI'd like to tell you everything I see" they sang, looking directly at Sam before grinning and looking to the back of the bar.

"OH!" They practically yelled, causing Dean to spin around to see what they were looking at, thinking something was wrong.

"I see a man in the back as a matter of fact. His eyes was as red as the sun."

He turned back around with a roll of his eyes, now realizing it was only part of the song. When he looked back at the stage you were looking at him again, with a shit eating grin.

"And the girl in the corner that no one ignores 'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one" You said, and even though it was only a lyric, Dean could tell by the glint in your eye and the way you nodded your head in his direction, you were aiming the line at him.

(Oh yeah! It was like lightning

Everybody was frightening

And the music was soothing

And they all started grooving

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

He couldn't keep his eyes off you as you preformed. It's like God had made you the headlight and Dean the deer, unable to move a muscle, to entranced.

"And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack", And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You sang, making a pointed glance to the back of the bar again, but Dean didn't pay much mind to it, a stupid boyish grin still present from the moment he laid eyes on you.

You only rolled your eyes once they were trained back on him. "And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you", It'll turn into a ballroom blitz" You continued, crossing one foot over the other and spinning around with a wide grin. He couldn't lie, you had a captivating stage presence.

(Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz)

Once you finished the chorus you spun back around, locking eyes with Dean again, before sinking to the stage floor on one knee.

"Oh reaching out for something. Touching nothing's all I ever do" You sang, stretching out a hand to the middle of the crowd. "Oh I softly call you over" you said, moving you arm so your hand was reaching out towards Dean, before beckoning him over with one of your fingers. "Then you appear there's nothing left of you."

Dean almost without hesitation began walking closer to you, only being stopped by a hand on his shoulder. "Dean no. You promised you would help me investigate" Sam protested, but Dean shrugged his hand off. "I am helping" Dean insisted with a smirk before walking over to you, moving so there wasn't more than a few feet between the two of you.

"And the man in the back is ready to crack. As he raises his hands to the sky" You continued, your eyes stareing into the shorter brother, as if you were trying to tell him something. "And the girl in the corner is everyone's mourner. She could kill you with a wink of her eye." Then with a very pointed wink, you were standing up again, dancing across the stage, returning to give your audience your full attention.

(Oh yeah!

It was electric

So frantically hectic

And the band started leaving

'Cause they all stopped breathing

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

As soon as the bridge was over you once again sunk to your knees, seeing as Dean hadn't move from his spot. "And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack" And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You sang again, and looked to the back of the bar once more, and this time Dean looked back catching a glimpse of a man who looked to have black eyes.

Realization flashed in his eyes as the song lyrics finally sunck in. However, he didn't have enough time to react as he felt fingers grasp his chin and turn his head back towards you.

"And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you"It'll turn into a ballroom blitz. Ballroom blitz." You repeated, emphasizing your words, keeping your firm grasp on his chin to make sure he understood what you were saying before letting him go.

Than everything seemed to happen at once, a scream from the back of the room and then chaos. Dean turned hand immediately on his gun, making his way to the bar. Sam who was already several steps ahead of the other, was already fighting off two demons, stabbing one through the cheek with the demon-killing knife.

(Oh yeah!

It was like lightning

Everybody was frightening

And the music was soothing

And they all started grooving

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

You continued to sing even as you jumped down from the stage and followed Dean, your own gun in hand. "And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack" And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You said, coming up behind Dean, turning so your back was to his, making it so you didn't have any blind spots.

"And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you" It's turned into a ballroom blitz."

(Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz)

A few minutes and injuries later, four bodies laid dead at your feet. "Who are you?" Sam questioned, still on edge, knife ready in hand.

"Sammy c'mon-" Dean protested, even though he couldn't help the curiosity that had been buidling up ever since he saw you.

"Dean don't" Sam said "who are you?"

You huffed, walking back to your stage to grab a half a day old bottle of water.

"Y/n, my name is y/n" you introduced yourself "I'm a hunter, like you, had a dream about the two of you coming to this shit town but couldn't do anything about it since the demons had us on lock down."

You took a much needed drink of water to cool your dry throat before explaining more. "Luckily most of them like to have fun, and what's more fun than a little show?" You grinned "had to get you two to notice them somehow, thought the song was fitting."

Dean had followed you back to the stage, his signature flirtacious smirk gracing his features "well I quite enjoyed it" he said with a wink, moving to stand infront of you.

"Oh I know you did, took you forever to realize that I was trying to warn you and not just flirt with you" you replied with your own smirk.

A chuckle erupted from his lips "so you were flirting with me?" He asked, ignoring every other part of your sentence, opting to get step closer to you.

You shrugged, taking your own step towards him, your hand curling into his collar to bring him closer, Dean immediately biting his lip in response.

"And if I was?" You asked, tilting your head.

"Then I think I owe you a thank you, a date, a bit more"

( It's, it's a ballroom blitz

It's, it's a ballroom blitzIt's,

it's a ballroom blitz

Yeah, it's a ballroom blitz)

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

I'm pretty sure you once posted a series of gifs from the Red Wedding with lyrics from "Ballroom Blitz" on them, but I can't seem to find it again. Does this ring any bells with you?

That sounds really familiar, and it's a good idea, but a search turns up nothing (not on my blog nor elsewhere on tumblr), sorry!

[hard-yearned-wisdom]

Tia Carrere - Ballroom Blitz (Wayne's World) HD

because it has definitely been one of those weeks....

[himbimhohum]

one of my favorite songs from a former workplace is Ballroom blitz by Sweet. I am aware of how disconnected from reality this is but hear me out: Ballroom Blitz is about a band that's playing some funky music and a woman "in the corner" as a mysterious guy who turns this fun little concert into a battle zone.

follow me here: Ballroom blitz is the only other surviving account of what happened at a Grifter's Bone concert, Grifter's Bone was active in the seventeens and before, and you all should listen to both the song and the magnus archives ep

[rolandrockover]

Blitzdream

I had actually devised a sweet hit and run strategy for Cadillac Dreams, just because it seemed most convenient to me to say as few words as possible about this song I never cared about too much from Hot in the Shade (1989), the Kiss album that I never really counted among my very favorites.

Actually.

But actually actually, my least favorite songs have always turned out to be the best templates for the more interesting spontaneous trains of thought, and here we are once again.

Despite the stylistic diversity on Hot in the Shade, but also the mediocrity spread over long stretches, Cadillac Dreams always formed a foreign body in my eyes, not only on this album, but within the entire Kiss katalog. In much the same way that Rock This Town (1980) by the Stray Cats would be totally out of place on a Kiss klassik like Love Gun (1977), or any other Kiss album. It's that Rockabilly thing that turns it off, right from the first note.

And I don't even necessarily think it's a bad song, just some kind of anomaly, even more than a song like Odyssey (1981) could ever be regarded to be, because Kiss have certainly been no strangers to pompous musicals since Destroyer (1976) (1).

Yet, just imagine if the original line-up had never split up in the early 80s, but had still taken off the make-up, and probably due to the fact that Peter Criss was still in the band as the drummer, would never have switched to contemporary Metal, but would in all probability have simply continued to move around in other areas of rock like a couple of gypsies, one of which, rockabilly rock, could have turned out to be quite conceivable. If an entire album, or an album with several songs in this subgenre, had been created from this idea, then, under this circumstance, and only under this circumstance, yes, then Cadillac Dreams would have been an even a more than acceptable Kiss song.

So much for that.

And well, what more could someone like me do with this song, except perhaps briefly point out a small mannerism that it shares with the quantum leaps better known and almost bursting with energy piece of glam rock by The Sweet that goes by the name of Ballroom Blitz (1973).

So, if you were to simply run both of those choruses through your head, what would be the first thing you might notice? Exactly, that small but crucial repetition at the end of the last lines. While this is the tremendously memorable refrain standard for The Sweet, it only occurs once for Kiss. But hey, once is better than never, and after all, I take all that I can get.

Rhythmically, however, Cadillac Dreams doesn't quite move in the same realms as the light-footed urge of Ballroom Blitz (of which one could assume the drummer was on an exclusive coffee diet), but still keeps you on your toes enough to not lose touch and at least stay close to it; somewhere very close to the battle cry and intro of Do You Remember Rock and Roll Radio (1980) (2) by everyone's good old friends the Ramones.

Even if these are all aspects that should not be considered irrevocably repulsive, I would nonetheless like to leave my usual snippy final phrase more or less to Bruce Kulick.

Didn't even he categorically reject his guitar services at the time and suggest that Gene should take them into his own hands?

Side Note:

(1) And we will also be getting to the bottom of this issue in the near future.

(2) Yes, Kiss covered that one later, even much later, for a Ramones tribute sampler. Kover it Up will cover it, just a little later.

Of course, one could also argue that Cadillac Dream's horn section could suggest the production of a Phil Spector.

The links are highlighted and not highlighted. Just klick on them and get happy:

Cadillac Dreams (1989)

Ballroom Blitz (1973)

Do You Remember Rock 'n' Roll Radio? (1980)

[mirchloe]

i'm starting to re-plan a fic called ballroom blitz, a slow burn about razbobby (as slow burn as an undercover mission fic that lasts a few days can be lol), and one of the scenes i wanna add is them in the room they're staying at as a couple (gotta have them fake dating - it sends bobby to the moon when raz says they're "husbands" to other rich people for story reasons) two days in to the job. they're debriefing what they've learned, going over what they suspect, when raz notices bobby is pretty worn out from all the formalities of their mission, and offers to make him a drink.

"you mix?" "yeah! we got a mini bar here, so the options aren't great, but gimme your poison. i'll make a mean one." "yeah, yeah, fine. a cape cod, if ya know what that means."

and bobby watches, dumbstruck, as raz goes through flowy motions mixing the cranberry juice and vodka and adding a lime wedge on the edge of the glass. sure, it's not too elaborate, but raz puts on a fun show like a real bartender and slides bobby the drink.

"only one cocktail, though. i can't have you hungover on the job. we're close to catching this guy." "are we? guy's got better invisiblity than anyone i know."

bobby stops to sip, surprised that it isn't that bad. it's sweet and tart, and reminds him of raz. raz takes the chance to change to subject and bleed compliments out of bobby.

"good?" "all you did was mix two drinks. there's no way you could've screwed it up." "aw, c'mon, i gave you more pizzazz than required! the flair, bobby, the flair." "uh-huh. thanks. it's as red as your hair, so it's pretty nice." "um...thanks?"

and with that awkward remark, raz unsure of whether to take it as a compliment when bobby suddenly stops talking, going a little red himself, they shift right back to talking about the job because uh oh feelings. can't have that now. they got a guy to catch in the fancy mansion of an extremely wealthy benefactor of multiple agencies!

[lauranalanthalasa]

I love Queen like the next person but for season 3 I would love to see Crowley and Aziraphale let all hell loose (pun intended) in Heaven to the sound of The Sweet's Ballroom Blitz.

[hiccuphitdabong]

Did i put him here? I think he deserves to be here:)

[singles-bar]