She'd like to buy the World a Coke...

Melanie had worried that she wasn't fresh-faced enough for the Coke commerical, but she needn't have. She was so dewy, so wren-like, the director stuck her in the front-row, likening her to a young Julie Andrews, in her peasant blouse and thatch-cut hair.

As the sunlight hit their Coke bottles, Melanie recalled her brief stint as a yearbook photographer for her high school in 1969, and how Mr. Wilhelm hadn't allowed her to print any pictures of boys whose hair touched the tips of their collars. Unless they played on the football team, of course. The boys who played football were allowed to slide, but all the rest...all those beautiful boys with their shaggy locks spilling over their shirt collars and coat lapels --lost forever . Never to be captured slouching near the vending machine with their friends or flashing a peace sign from the gym bleachers. Those lovely boys with their Head & Shoulders hair, were left undeveloped in the dark room.

Melanie grimaced momentarily with regret, then let the sunshine bouncing off her Coke bottle fill her whole being with light. Ah, here she was, free at last --surrounded by beautiful long-hair boys. And Coca-cola. Lots of it! Take that, Mr. Wilhelm, she thought triumphantly. Take this Coke and go shove it in your darkroom!