They were all carrying a plate of food. I looked at their name tags, and recognized their names immediately. They were all cheerleaders while we were ...n school.“Excuse me, are these seats available?” Heather asked for the group.“Please, by all means.” I said gesturing for them to sit.“Thank you, um……” She was searching for my name tag.“Oh! Right, I'm sorry.” I said, standing up, and pulling out my name tag, and sticking it in my t-shirt.“Oh my god! Luke D’Angelo!” Kim exclaimed. “I never would. As usual I bumped into the dancer. "Sylvia tells me you are going to teach kids to dance?" I asked."Sylvia convinced me to attempt it. She has all kinds of ideas to help me get started," She said smiling."It is true. That Sylvia is a dynamo," I admitted."Once you get the proper equipment installed, she is going to arrange a segment on 'Around The Town' for me." she said."You mean that local TV thing?' I asked."Yes, the one about things of interest in the area," she said."So what equipment do. Our school had very lax security, and a ridiculous number of hidden spaces inside walls.I snuck into the building late at night around 1:00 am. With a backpack full of goodies. Mainly, a drill. Through an entrance to the crawlspace in the school basement, I climbed up into a space right next to the girl’s locker room.I drilled a few holes in the bottom of the wall that was parallel to the girls showers. I measured carefully and managed to make the holes pop out in the middle of cracks. It's very important that you pay attention and watch." He said as he patted me on the head with one hand and reached out to press play with the other. I continued looking towards my father as I began to hear music playing. Some woman began breathing heavy and making hurt noises. My father grabbed me and pulled me next to him and then turned my head towards the TV. I felt his hand slide from my hair down to my chest as he gently cupped my right breast. My ears began to ring and everything looked.