Note: Hullo, mes amis! My computer database was experiencing some technical difficulties and shut down temporarily. Dern thing! Anyways, I had to rewrite the first two chapters to this story so forgive me if they aren't exactly the same, it's the same plot. Anyways, please REread and review!

"So, your interview is all set up then?" Jane Harrington asked her best reporter, Summer Hathaway. Though she was young, only about 27, Summer was a brilliant young lady, who had graduated from Princeton at the top of her class.

Summer tucked a lock of her thick, black hair behind her ear and nodded. "Yes, ma'am. Though, I don't know if I'm the best choice for the job, rock music isn't really my thing."

Jane rolled her eyes. "Yeah right," she said sarcastically, pushing her glasses up onto the bridge of her nose, "you were only the band manager for one of the greatest rock bands of this age!"

Summer narrowed her eyes, the band was a touchy subject. "Were is the key word in that sentence, Ms. Harrington. They were just immature kids looking for something to band on."

Jane nodded knowingly. "Sure, Summer. Just tell me about the interview."

Summer flipped open the lid of her palm pilot and said, "Okay, so I'm going to meet the band tomorrow at 11:15 at Jack's Music Shop. I thought I'd title the article 'CD Shopping With UnEthical.' You know, to find out their influences. The influences really shape the band."

"Right, you don't know anything about rock music, Summer," Jane chuckled, shooing the young girl out the door.

Summer tapped her foot impatiently and glanced at her watch, which read 11:47. She groaned and began to flip through the shelves of CDs. A case with a black cover with red letters caught her eye. The title read 'School of Rock.' She pursed her lips together and glared at the picture. It was taken when the band was 15. Of course, she wasn't in it. She wasn't even mentioned anywhere on the CD.

Flashback

"Hey everybody, sorry I'm late!" Summer yelled as she slammed the door of Dewey's apartment shut. It was oddly quiet in the room. Where there were usually screams or music coming from, pure silence drifted through the air. She made her way to the practice room, where she found a hastily scribbled note lying on the coffee table.

Tinkerbell,

We went out to celebrate your senior year, we wanted to do something with just us band members! Anyway, see you tomorrow!

Dewey

Summer reread the note over and over again until it finally settled into her mind. Her long-lasting suspicions had finally been confirmed. She really wasn't part of the band. With hate, she crumpled up the sheet of paper and ran out of the door, not looking back. A week later, she left for Princeton, loosing all contact with every band member.

End Flashback

As she was placing the CD back on the rack, someone lightly tapped her on the shoulder. She turned to face an oddly familiar looking blonde man.

She shrugged, "I don't know. Knowing how terrible the people that are playing really are kind of takes away from the music."

He laughed. "Are they really that bad?"

"Oh, yes," she said dryly, smiling.

"So, you know one of them?" he asked, gesturing towards the CD. She nodded. "You go to college with one of them or something?"

She shook her head, bitterly. "Try kindergarten through senior year with every last one of them."

The man looked confused, and ran a hand through his spiked blonde hair. "Do I know you? I was in the band." He stuck out a hand. "Freddy Jones, drummer."

okey dokey then! REread the next chapter too!