Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of the School Of Rock characters
I gazed upon the ceiling, realizing I had been in this same trance for 10 minutes straight. I couldn't help but look at my poster of ACDC. "I want to be up there with you guys..." I thought to myself. Ever since I could remember, playing in a rock band was my dream—my curse.
I sat up slowly, scanning my room for something, the thing that meant the most to me in the entire world. My eyes caught hold of a black, Fender guitar. My 13th birthday present. I looked upon myself, thinking, "Wow, a lot of things have changed since then. I'm now going to be 16 and I still have these childish dreams of being in a band."
My mind wandered back to 5th grade, I was in school. I remembered the "class project", or should I say, Mr. Finn's project of winning Battle of the Bands. I was so excited. They eventually pushed me aside thinking I was no use whatsoever to the band. And since then, that band has hit it big. They were playing at nightclubs and were just about ready to get a record contract with a big company. I just wanted to show them my talent on the guitar, but they already had Zack. I would be no use.
I picked up my black Fender and started to play "Back In Black". My favorite song to jam out on the guitar. Whenever I played the guitar, everything felt right, it just all clicked. I forgot about my problems, I forgot about school, I just focused on the amazing sounds beaming out of the guitar. There was no other feeling that that on the face of the planet.
I heard a knock on my bedroom door—it was my mother. "Honey, you're going to be late for school. You better catch the bus"
"Okay Mom. I'll be right out." I carefully placed my guitar back down and took one last glance at myself in the mirror. "I guess this is the best it will get", I had thought to myself. I put up my hair into a loose bun and proceeded to walk out my bedroom, picking up my book bag with various bands' logos ironed onto it.
