September 20, 1978 Nediajampa Plus Ten was ready to start performing. Mark, Gabe, Danny, and Tommy were wearing shiny black and gold suits. The ten of us, girls, were wearing black and gold dresses.

Just before we walked out on the outdoor stage, we had newspaper reporters interviewing the men and taking pictures of all of us. Mark already gave each one of us girls labels: Piper was the pretty one, Cali was the leader, Karmen was the tomboy, Crystal was the listener, Stephanie was the girly-girl one, Tammie was the cowgirl, Joni was the sensitive one, Eve was the dancer, E.M. was the youngest one, and I was the goofball.

I couldn’t believe that I was titled as the goofball. The photographers asked me to make funny faces for their pictures. Of course, I made those crazy faces for them. E.M. held a doll while she had her pictures taken to make herself look like she was the baby. Piper and Stephanie just had to model. Karmen held a basketball. Tammie wore a cowboy hat. Eve posed as a dancer. The rest of the girls held flowers. Since Cali was the “leader”, she held more flowers than the others.

After dealing with the press, Clive Mauer and Lance Flame arrived for a short group meeting. Clive started, “This is our first performance, and everyone do your best. Girls, be on your best behavior… Danny, don’t flirt with the lady audience so much anymore and just focus on your act.”

Danny Jamison frowned, but didn’t say anything. Lance smacked his hands together and said, “Okay, let’s go out there and show “em our stuff.”

I thought Lance was weird by using “the third person grammar’ during his lecture, because he wasn’t going on stage with us.

When we got on that stage and heard the audience clapping, the energy was flowing through all of us. The four men started singing, and we girls just danced behind them. Since all the girls were too young to remember dialog lines, we didn’t do any acting.

The ladies in the audience that were in their late twenties and early thirties were screaming at Danny. Karmen and I looked at each other and shook our heads. A lady with strawberry blond hair ran up to the stage and tossed her underwear on the stage. I didn’t understood why a woman would want Danny to have their underwear.

The woman was constantly yelling Danny’s name. Danny looked at her through his brown eyes and kept on flirting with her. Mark slithered to him and nudged him on the arm to remind that he couldn’t flirt with anyone while he was performing. Danny kept his eyes on her for the rest of the performance. Then he jumped off the stage to talked to the strawberry blond headed woman. He leaned closer to her, “What’s your name, dollface?”

The woman gave out a funny smile, “Samantha.”

“That is a pretty name,” Danny mentioned.

“I noticed you had your eyes on me the whole time you were on stage,” Samantha stated as she walked her fingers up his arm.

Danny snorted, “You did???”

Samantha nodded her head slowly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Danny was getting nervous and swallowed hard. He nervously rested his hands on her hips. Samantha gave him a dirty look and then grabbed his hands off of her hips and threw his arms around her whole waist. She blew his his ear, “You are taking me out tonight.”

Mr. Jamison felt like he did not have a choice, and agreed to take her out to dinner. He rushed her into his car without telling any of us that he was leaving. The next day, Danny announced to all of us what happened and he would not see Samantha again, because he felt she only liked him for his popularity status. None of us thought about her again.