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As it approached the new year one phony decided it was a great time to have a party or more of a coming of age party!! He was newly grown and ready to show the world his style! So using his old elementary school's gymnasium, Blue Suede Horseshoes set up Phonyland's first ever Sock Hop!! Everything from decorations, to music, to food and drink were completely 50s style. Banners and streamers were done in pink, black, blue, and yellow! His father, Draft, was manning the DJ table with actual vinyl records for tunes. And a large stage had been set up towards the front for live entertainment. Flyers were posted all around Phonyland with the the following words.



((This is based on 1950s sock hops where teenagers could come together, literally take off their shoes and dance in their socks. Just google sock hop and you will see plenty of examples of clothing.))

With her personal invitation in hoof, Candy showed up to the Sock Hop with a poodle skirt the color of her darker curls, and a white necktie. Even though it was called a sock hop, Candy didn't own a pair of socks, so she went without this time around. She looked at the transformed gym, and smiled. It was so nice of Blue to put together a party so that everyone could celebrate!























Crooner breezed into the party with a flutter and a suave smile. His newly grown body was smaller than other phonies, but his personality more than made up for it, at least in his mind. A carefully altered greaser style jacket adorned his back, slits cut into the coat so that his delicate wings could fit through. His mane was slicked up, curls falling over the secondary cutie mark on his forehead. This was his jam; he loved the 50's!

Scent Puff was more than thrilled to be attending the Sock Hop in celebration of the growing of one of her grandchildren. The stately matron of the large family wasn't dressed so subtly as the other girls in their poodle skirts. No Scent was dressed in her black leather grease outfit. She loved the movie and loved how independent the woman became for the man she loved. This feisty mare wasn't about to poodle her way across the floor.










Meanwhile her sister, Bon Appetit, was dressed like the other mares. Sweet as ever Bon knew she'd be one of the "booby sockers" here at the dance, giggling a bit as she twirled around in her dress. Her hair was braided up ever so nicely and her poodle skirt was blonde with a pink poodle on it. She smiled seeing a few more mares wandering about, even a flutter strutting his stuff. The shy mare stuck close to Scent, almost looking like the odd couple out with their opposing outfits.














There was no stopping Mac from showing up to any party that involved dancing. With his leather jacket, white shirt, and black pants Mac was ready to strut his stuff and dance his pants (or a mare's skirt) right off! Given who the party was for he hoped the stallion's sexy sister would be in attendance. He'd love to give her a swing around the room, or the bed. Whichever came first or followed suit. He wasn't picky with the spunky mare.

Paws Button had her hair slicked back and a small hoof made leather vest she'd made herself on as she stepped into the gym. She was currently the youngest phony there, but that didn't dissuade her. She'd spent all night finishing up her vest, more interested in being a greaser since wearing a poodle skirt was a bit too much like her normal self. What she enjoyed most about joining up was the possibility to take on a new persona, so she loved being someone who was very dissimilar from herself.

The filly looked around excitedly. It seemed like she wasn't the only lady in leather. This was going to be a great night, everyone dressed up and dancing. She wondered if her sister would show up. It would certainly be a great opportunity to draw phony putting on their best moves. Maybe if she was lucky there would even be a dance battle. That would be absolutely EPIC! The girl squealed at the thought and immediately boogied her way out onto the dance floor, not caring if no one else was dancing or if she didn't have a partner.

May Day strolled into the gym feeling terribly uncomfortable. Number one -- elementary schools often meant kids, and kids were terrible candy-loving monsters. Number two -- this was a PLANNED DATE. What if his date hadn't showed? What if he looked RIDICULOUS in this faux-leather jacket he'd purchased just for this event? He'd tried to wrangle his hair into some kind of greaser style, but, well... his hair didn't cooperate. So he was just a massive purple stallion in a leather jacket.

With a flower corsage for his date. If he could spot her. He looked around the gym. So many phonies he didn't know!



Fourseam Fastball, however, had plenty of luck doing his hair in fifties style. In fact, he had plenty of luck with everything, wearing an old-school letter jacket and shocks on his back hooves designed to look like 50's converse. Back to front, he was a high school athlete of Way Back When. He grinned at his date, his lovely wife, and sneakily goosed her as they came in, winking.
















Blushing Bride arrived soon afterward, dressed in cat's eyes glasses and a polka-dotted scarf tied jauntily around her neck. A matching black skirt flounced around her as she walked, and her hair was tied up in a high and bouncy ponytail. Other than the mischievous glint in her eye, she was every bit a good young lady, up to hear ears in wholesomeness. She looked around, eyeing the decorations.

"Not a bad job," she said with a smile. "Everyone seems to have gotten in the spirit."

All the initial nervousness seeped out of May Day as he spotted Candy. He wouldn't have to carry a corsage around all night like a giant loser! Although, a DIFFERENT type of nervousness was certainly overwhelming him now. Holy crap -- his date was so gorgeous. So, so gorgeous.

She really wanted to be there with him? The thought was shocking to him. Shocking but wonderful.

"Hi, Candy Dandy," he said in return, smiling slightly. "You look really nice. I -- I know this is kind of silly, but since it's a dance and everything, I got you this corsage..."

He held out the small bundle of flowers, all soft-petals and purples, with a small cluster of baby's breath to round the bouquet out. It was attached to a little bit of fancy lace-adorned elastic, so that he could affix it to her hoof... if, of course, Candy Dandy wanted to wear it.

"I hope you like it," he managed to say.

The music suddenly got softer as Draft Punk got ready. Blue was really specific about hwo he wanted to make his entrance. Frankly Draft suspected this was his own father's genes playing into his son. It made him so proud!! He hoped Lullaby would be here soon, he'd already seen one daughter and her...ah...."friend". Not to mention his sister and sister in law! So much family! Even his mother, aunt, and cousin had arrived! Next to the DJ booth was a large stage where some instruments were being tuned by their players. A few brass instruments, a drum set, as well as a few others. Blue recruited the band and had been practicing for days to get it right. A large white curtain hide the are behind the stage but parted in the middle once their rope were pulled. Finally there was an old fashioned 1950s microphone standing all alone in the middle of the stage. This was going to be a great party! He held a microphone to his mouth and started to speak.

"Welcome all you crazy cats to the Sock Hop! I hope you brought your dancing shoes because this party is gonna go on all night! To kick it off we have a special treat! May I welcome the coolest cat around, the newest heart throb of phonyland, and my son, BLUE SUEDE HORSESHOES!!"

A spot light hit the middle of the curtain as music began to play. A voice rang out from behind the curtain...





Blue burst out from behind the curtain, jamming away on his guitar. He slide right up to the microphone and began to dance, his legs and his gyrating like no one had ever seen in phonyland.

"Let's rock, everyphony, let's rock.
Everyphony in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone,
Little Joe was blowin' on the slide trombone.
The drummer colt from Illinois went crash, boom, bang,
the whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang.
Let's rock, everyphony, let's rock.
Everyphony in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Number forty-seven said to number three:
"You're the cutest jailbird I ever did see.
I sure would be delighted with your company,
come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me."
Let's rock, everyphony, let's rock.
Everyphony in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

The sad sack was a sittin' on a block of stone
way over in the corner weepin' all alone.
The warden said, "Hey, buddy, don't you be no square.
If you can't find a partner use a wooden chair."
Let's rock, everyphony, let's rock.
Everyphony in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock.

Shifty Henry said to Bugs, "For Heaven's sake,
no one's lookin', now's our chance to make a break."
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said, "Nix nix,
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks."
Let's rock, everyphony, let's rock.
Everyphony in the whole cell block
was dancin' to the Jailhouse Rock."

Once the song was finished he smiled out over the audience, hearing some fillies and mares squeel and scream. Ah, just like the king. His grandfather would be proud!

Candy was swept onto the dance floor as Blue made his entrance, singing a classic rock song that he loved so much. She laughed and joined May Day in the dance, staying close so that no one else would ask her. She didn't want anyone else to ask her; this was a date after all.

"This is great!" she shouted over the music.