Paula and Michelle are stranded and nervous on the public side of the backstage gate at the Miami Sportatorium, imploring anyone within earshot to helps them locate the passes they strenuously contend were promised them. It's been coughing rain all day, and their floorlength evening gowns — a jarring off-note in this sea of jeans and sweaty t-shirts — are splattered with mud. It's obvious that their evening at the show is something very different from what they had envisioned.

"What makes rock & roll great is that somebody like me can actually be a star."