Rating: T-Mature (involves adult themes, including implied sexual themes and drug use)
Legalities: All School of rock characters belong to Paramount pictures. This work is meant only in celebration and nothing ulterior.
A/N: I had recently re-watched the movie and the reunion , my muse just kept giving me ideas.
Chapter 1 - Age of Obligation
Lawrence Tsai looked over the form on on the screen of his laptop, the data corresponded with the thick reams of legal documents on his glass desk. Overhead speakers played Hungarian Rhapsody softly, filling the air with productive vibrations. Despite always holding a love for the piano, it seemed these days Lawrence's fingers typed on a keyboard more often than playing on one. Filling out forms and wading through paperwork was most of Lawrence's life at twenty-six. Passing the bar at a young age marked him as an intelligent man, his well groomed appearance and his large, lavish corner office space allowed an air of success, his income furthered this. Lawrence Tsai was not an unaccomplished man.
Among the degrees, expensive paintings and numerous accolades decorating the office space, only one thing stood out in the severely professional environment, a framed white t-shirt. Hanging over and behind Lawrence's desk, it was like a coat of arms. The image on the cotton shirt was a crest; red and black squares quartering the shield with the an S and an R emblazoned in calligraphy, a skull and a guitar juxtaposed both letters, a guitar amp with angel wings sat atop the crest which was encircled with laurel.
And at the bottom, a parchment read "School of Rock" in stylistic black lettering.
Despite the obvious care put into the preservation of it, the shirt itself was old and well-worn. Silver and red words written in bright shiny marker slashed across the body of the cloth, over the graphics, and even some words on a sleeve. They were words of happiness and nicknames with faces and memories attached to them.
A slim smartphone lay at the edge of the large glass desk Lawrence worked over. It's light blinked repeatedly, indicating messages left unread. Summertime by Sublime played softly indicated an incoming call, Lawrence spared a glance at the flashing screen but left the smartphone ignored. His mouth quirked downward hearing the voice-mail chime. He ignored that as well. His fingers kept typing as he simultaneously read and filled out the computerized forms.
Lawrence concentrated on his work. Less than a minute later Summertime played again and again it was ignored. After a volley of ringtones, the silence that followed came like an omen. The young attorney's frown deepened. He concentrated on his work.
He was able to get through fifty-seven whole minutes before a commotion outside his office broke his focus. Lawrence Tsai, took a breath, he was going to have to play this cool.
The double wooden doors to his office burst open dramatically. A pretty brunette with high cheek bones and full lips strode into the room like a thunderstorm followed by Lawrnce's aging secretary, who was trying and failing to stop the younger woman from entering.
"You must leave at once! You cannot simply enter this office! " the silver haired woman demanded with a shout.
"Opening doors and walking in seemed pretty simple." The younger woman snarked back.
"I have called security!"
"Debrah!" Lawrence called to his scretary.
"Mr. Tsai, I am so sorry, she wouldn't leave despite everything I..."
"Debrah, it's okay, I'll handle this. And cancel the security call." Lawrence soothed the older woman from his chair.
The brunette gave Debrah a haughty look as she received a withering stare in return. The doors were shut behind her and the woman turned her full attention Lawrence. Her keen eyes glaring at the young attorney from across the room.
"Why didn't you respond to any of my calls?"
"Hello to you too, Summer."
Lawrence made no effort to move, moments like these it was better to just sit and relax and let Summer Hathaway act like she was still in charge. The brunette stepped up to his desk and cocked her hips as she stood.
"Eleven, Larry! That's how man times I called and you didn't answer!" Summer paced as she unloaded the list of his offenses. "Not to mention the who knows how many texts, the half-dozen voice-mails I know you didn't listen to." she brought up.
"I already knew what you wanted." Lawrence admitted dismissively. "And I think you should do it instead of me."
Summer quit her pacing and gave an incredulous look back to one of her oldest friends. "You know it can't be me."
"Why not?"
"You know why!" Summer almost shrilled angrily, "And since I can't and Zack's on tour with Katie, Marta and Alicia, Dewy and Ros are in California," one, two, three, four, five fingers counted from her hand as she listed out those they knew that could not complete the required task, "Frankie and Tamika are busy with the triplets, Marcus and Gordon won't be back from Canada till they get that movie done. Billy's in Italy and only you seem to ever know where Michelle and Eleni are, and since you say they can't do it..."
"They said they couldn't."
"So then, that leaves just you."
"And you can't do it?" Lawrence questioned again.
Summer Hathaway gave a pained huff of frustration and a deeply annoyed glare was given to one of her oldest friends, "Larry, you know I can't, it would be inappropriate."
"Because you're getting married soon?"
"Yes!" Summer answered with exasperation.
Lawrence Tsai sat back, steepled his fingers and gave Summer a knowing look. "Because of that, and because you're still in love with him, you're not going to see Freddy Jones the day he gets out of prison?"
The look on her face, it was clear, gone was the thunderstorm, but down came the rain. Summer's body near slumped feeling the crashing wave of the question. Sadness washed over her, drenched her so that it could be seen slick like water on her face.
"Yes." Was her quiet admittance.
Larry sighed. "I'll get him. But you're going to see him tomorrow."
"No." Summer's soft refusal was enough for Larry to try again.
"See him before you get married."
"Okay." She nodded.
"Swear on it." Larry quietly demanded.
Summer Hathaway locked eyes with Lawrence Tsai and spoke clearly. "I swear on the School of Rock, I will see Freddy Jones before I get married."
A/N: So, whadd'ya think?