I was in a high school band that was hired to play a dance for the junior high school. It was a populated area and there were probably 500 or more students at the dance...probably 1983 or '84. We had a lead guitarist who was a Rush and Van Halen devotee, excellent for our age. We also had a rhythm guitarist, lead singer babe, drummer (who has since gone on to considerable acclaim and is represented on Drummerworld), and moi. Pop- rock and hard rock from the 70s and 80s. We were a pretty strong band and drew our repertoire from the standard prerequisites: BOC, Eddie Money, VH and Rush, REO, some Doobies, Skynyrd...fill in the blanks. The gig went great and the girls went bonkers. Probably the only time in my life I experienced the storied phalanx of screaming teenies - it was a hoot. We blew the lid off the place but for whatever reason, the discipline principle (a hostile, portly, red- faced fellow by the name of Capalupo) took exception to our volume and some of our "company." We did have a few friends that helped us load in and set up, but to his limited mind, they were "groupies" and he disparagingly referred to them as such. That scene turned ugly, we were expelled after one hour of play time, and the whole place issued a huge, mighty "BOO!!!" I remember the goofy oaf screaming we'd never play a school in this town again, even as half of his school staged a mutiny against him...but two weeks later, we were doing a battle of the bands at another high school. Good times, good times.