Imagine yourself in a crowded club, caught between the juke and the counter. Cigar smoke wafts through the air - hopefully the smoke detectors aren't working. The band strikes up a lively beat, as you desperately try to break away from the trucker who's telling you about what happened to him in Reno, in order to dance with the girl you haven't been able to take your eyes off of across the room. ...alright, it wasn't like that, but the VIA highschoolers still had a rollickin' good time with Mass, dinner, and wonderful dance instruction.