Note - OK, so I lied to Kelsey. I posted it. I shouldn't deprive other SoR lovers because of one person. Hope you guys enjoy my first ever SoR fanfic.
Summary: Picks up right after the credits rolled.
Inspire Me
"See you, man," Zack called out as he rushed out the door of Dewey and Ned's new apartment and music workshop after practice.
"Hey Zack, wait up," Summer called out, running after him. "I've gotta talk to you."
Marta giggled, "Think she's about to confess that she's got a crush on him?"
"No, no, no I think she's going to tell him off about how he was a little sharp at one of the guitar chords during the chorus," Alicia said, softly.
"It's a pity that she's got perfect pitch, but she's horribly off-key when she sings," Tomika added in the same low tone. "Oh, and Marta? She doesn't like Zack."
"WHAT?" Alicia and Marta exclaimed, as they rolled up the microphone wires. "WHO?"
"I don't know who exactly, but it's someone in the band. It could be a roadie or security, or Freddy..."
Alicia gasped and whispered, "That's not good."
While the singers continued to gossip as they packed and cleaned up their mics, Katie paced her packing as slowly as she dared and kept an eye out for Freddy who raided the fridge for something to drink. She just shut the final two clasps of her bass cover when her cell phone rang.
She checked the caller ID then reluctantly answered it. "Mom?"
Dewey got up from his position on the floor and walked over to Freddy who decided on drinking orange juice straight from its carton. "Gimme some."
The drummer took one last gulp and handed it to him. "I think I need some more practice, do you mind if I stay here?" He asked his mentor before the guy could take a swig.
"Of course, Spazzy, knock yourself out."
Freddy moved briskly toward his drum kit and situated himself.
Pouting from the conversation on her cell, Katie hung up. "I'm off, my brother's picking me up. You don't need a ride, Freddy?" She put on her coat, donned her bonnet and gloves, and wrapped a scarf around her neck.
Katie and Freddy were next door neighbors. Sometimes Katie would need a ride home and Freddy will provide, and vice versa. This let a close friendship develop between the two especially since Dewey managed to knock some sense into Freddy "Bad Boy" Jones. But she harbored a secret crush for her friend, one that he doesn't seem to reciprocate.
"I'll just hitch a ride with Summer," The blond told the bassist as he grasped his drum sticks. "Thanks though, Katie. I'll catch you later."
Katie, disappointed that he didn't seem to make more conversation with her, quickly ran out of there and almost collided with Summer in the hallway.
"Oh sorry, Tink." Katie told her after she steadied herself from the near impact.
"It's alright. I saw your brother, he's waiting outside," The straight-laced manager told her friend with a bright smile on her face, cheeks flushed from the cold.
"OK, thanks. Oh Freddy's staying."
"Again?" Katie shrugged in reply then went out the door that led to the streets before Summer could say another word.
Sher went inside the apartment and marched right up to Freddy, despite his loud drumming. "FREDDY JONES!"
He stopped mid-strike, "What's up, Tinkerbell?" He lowered the sticks and took a drink out of the water bottle Dewey had set down after he launched his drumming warm ups.
"I am not giving you a ride home today, I can't."
"Why not?"
"I just can't. I am calling Katie right now to tell her to stay put or come back here because I can't give you a ride."
"But I need to practice, Tink."
"Nossir, sorry, sir! Not today, i can't give you a ride."
"Do you have a doctor's appointment or something? I don't see what the problem with that is. You just brought me to it last time."
"No." Summer finally found Katie's new cell number on her cell. She has gotta get a better phone model than what she was using right now. It's a pain.
"A business meeting that regards the band? You let me tag along to one of those the last time I needed practice."
Katie's phone rang once when Summer's phone died.
That argument with Mr. Green the Low Balling Scumbag had taken a lot of her time, cellphone minutes and discharged her cell's battery power.
So she made the face.