It was this or summer school. Don't ask me how being in some musical was 'gonna be the way to keep me out of months of soul crushing summer school, but when the chance came, I guess I knew I had to take it. Not that I'm into the whole tiara, costume, and singing deal. I mean I do write a few songs or poems or whatever you want to call 'um, but that was another way to let go of my 'issues'. Did that surprise you? I bet so. Well here's a tip: You pretty much know shit 'bout me. Sure you see me on our web show 'iCarly', but yet, you know nothing. So here I was, in the office I know so well and the big 'ol guy was staring at me like he couldn't believe me.

'You really had no extra curricular activities the whole semester?' His eyes were huge, like when you squeeze a cat to much or when a cat comes out of a washer. I shook my head no. As if it would help. He just stood there, muttering softly.

'Well, summer school or theater. I should be giving you summer school, but because I know you're a good kid,' he muttered, 'and because half the school board would have to be here just to contain you, I'll give you a choice.'

So I placed my hands over my chest and placed my feet on the floor instead of his desk so I could get a good look at him when I asked, 'So this music thing, what is it?'

'I thought you'd know, after all Carly is the one who is going to decide what it will be.' I nodded, sure. Carly has okay taste, but she needs my help. I thought she was just in Student Council, but I did remember her talking 'bout something like that.

'Hm, may be interesting experience for you,' he added solemnly, 'and try-outs are in two days, so you can still get a good role.'

I thought for a minute then turned at him,' Do I have to be in a main role? Or can be, per say, a munchkin like in Wizard of Oz? I've always wanted to be one of those. You 'know? With the lollipops?'

'Uh, yeah. I do know those. So is that a yes?'

'Sure,' I yawned, ' I guess we have a deal.'

He let out a huge gasp of air like he had be stuffing himself with ham for thirty straight minutes, I guess he was really happy I got out of summer school.

I got up from my chair and reached out for the door knob, 'On second thought, I really do like summer school.' I smiled.

He looked horror stricken and I busted out in laughter, 'I'm..just...kidding.' I said in between catching my breath.

'Oh, well good bye Ms. Puckett.' I waved good bye and walked out the door, straight into Freddie's face.

'Hey watch it, Nub!'

'Sam, stop calling me that.'

'Why?'

'Because it's annoying, and my name is Freddie.'

'Fine, Freddie.' I snapped and he just smiled.

'So what did you do this time?' He asked, nodding to the door with the words 'principal' stamped on it.

'I was 'gonna have to go to summer school.'

'Summer school?!' He asked astonished, 'You're not stupid, Sam, remember when I had to help you in science? You were actually really good.'

I stuck my finger to his chest and poked him hard, 'Not 'cause of grades! And don't remind me about science class. O.K?'

He nodded, 'Then why summer school?'

I sighed and pulled my jacket closer to me, 'Because I didn't do any extra stuff, and besides I got out of summer school.' I smiled in spite of myself.

'Oh. You did?'

'Yep!'

'What are you doing then?'

'I dunno,' I amited, 'Some play thing.'

He busted out in laughter. He laughed so hard he had to hold onto a locker in support,' Do you even know how to act, Sam?'

I huffed and shrugged.

'And Sam, acting!'

'Shut up, Fredward!' I shouted.

His bellowing laughter slowly died down and he got a hold of himself. He wiped his eyes, yeah, he laughed that hard, and tried not to look me in the face.

'Sam, it's not a play, it's a musicial, 'the Winter Musical' remember? We have one every year? The high school puts it on.'

To me this was a new, 'We do?'

He looked at me, 'Yes, and it's a big deal to even get a part. What did Principal Franklin say?'

'That I had to get a part, I guess.' I shrugged.

'Do you even know how to sing, Sam? 'Cause Carly's gonna try out. She's a real good singer, I bet she gets a lead part.'

'Of corse Carly is a good singer,' I fumed, 'But I'm way better! Just watch! I'll get a great part!'

He sighed, 'Good luck.'

I pushed him away and after three feet turned away to watch him leave.

'Hey Benson!' I yelled.

'What?' He asked turning to face me.

'Take your 'luck' and shove it. I don't need any of it.'

He smiled and satisfied I turned away. Time to learn how to sing.

A/N- There you go! First chapter. Review!