A/N: Hey! This is my first fanfic attempt, and considering how addicted to the movie School of Rock, (or rather, Kevin Clark lol), I've decided to give it a go. Hope you guys like it as much as I intend to have fun writing!

Disclaimer: Snorts. Right. Like I'd be squandering time that could be spent with Freddy McGee were he actually in my possession. Ha! I own nothing!

Rock with me, Roll with me

Prologue

It was already striking one in the morning as the band continued to take song after song at request. The multi-pieced band didn't seem to notice or care at how long this particular gig was going, and the rest of the group who were supposed to be on duty backstage were, in fact, in front of said stage and enjoying themselves every bit as much as the scores of guests among them.Fronting the band on the raised daiswas the long-time lead singer, Dewey Finn, who seemed to be having the time of his life.

"You know," shouted Michelle so she could be heard as the crowd sang the chorus around them. Her bright blue eyes glistened with the strobe lights above. "You'd think that Dewey would at least give himself a break, tonight of all nights."

Billy-the band's wardrobe stylist-tore his eyes away from the band long enough to smile wryly at the blonde groupie. "Are you kidding? What better platform to completely go all out for Dewey than his own wedding reception?"

"That's true," a redheaded boy came behind them and said loudly.

"Marco!" the previous two shouted with some alarm. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be backstage!"

"So are you guys!" he shouted back, then raised a fist at the drummer onstage, who'd just spotted them and grinned. "Ha, look, Freddy's seen us." He turned back to them and their protests. "Besides, Frankie's got hold of it."

"Remember what happened last time," Michelle said warningly, although her tone was more amused now. "The guys'll kill you if some of those chicks get backstage and borrow Zack or Freddy's clothing again…"

The three of them laughed, until Billy made a hissing noise and nudged them both in the ribs. "Uh oh. Forget the guys. Miss Clipboard's heading this way…"

They only had time to groan for a second before a girl with long black hair tied up in a ponytail and a large clipboard hand stormed right up to them, her face taught tightly. "What are you guys doing here, again? Marco, get back there right now. Michelle, Billy, this is the third time tonight! C'mon you guys, you know how Dewey gets…"

"I don't think he'll mind tonight, Summer," Michelle said, a touch of frost in her tone. "I mean, c'mon, he just got married, for heaven's sake."

Summer made a sniffing noise, as if what her blonde bandmate had just said was not worth the trouble of being heard. "Still. I want you guys back there. Now. And where's Eleni? She better not have wandered off again..."

The previous trio rolled their eyes as soon as she'd backed away, but proceeded to go back as she'd wished, thrusting themselves somewhat regretfullythrough the horde of wedding guests, none of whom were under sixteen or over sixty.

A half hour later and the School of Rock called for a short break and let the standby band play. Dewey took his bride for a spin on the dance floor, while the rest of the band met up with the others at a large circular table at the other end of the reception hall. Initially, everyone had wanted the reception to be in the open area of the nearest beach, but the threat of prying reporters covering the event loomed too near for them to go that route.

Instead, Summer-who'd been pretty much given all the ropes to handle the function as yet another band event-had managed to convince (a.k.a. bully) the owner of the largest and hippest bar in town, Phoenicks, to let them have the place for the night.

"Man, I think my fingers are gonna be crooked permanently," said Zack Mooneyham, the lead guitarist, as he settled down on a seat next to Marco, who started ordering for more drinks from the nearby waiter.

"You think that's something," snorted Freddy as he fell onto the chair opposite him, followed immediately by his on again-off again girlfriend and band bassist, Katie, who nestled herself against himself on his lap. "Seriously, dude, I think I got drumming elbow, like tennis elbow or something man…"

"I'm completely bushed," interjected Marta as she and her fellow backup singers, Tomika and Alicia, arrived at the table, their made up faces glittering with Billy's work under the strobe lights. "Pass me that, would you, Summer?"

Summer gave the bottle of French red wine a disdainful look as she passed it on, "Wouldn't it be better to hydrate yourself with water after…"

"Oh, please," Freddy gave yet another gentlemanly snort. "Not more of your neurotic nutrition shit, again, Hathaway. Like you actually follow that stuff yourself…"

"As a matter of fact, Wilfred, I have every intention of…"

"Shut up, you two," Katie said in a low voice, but loud enough to be heard. She shared an exasperated look with the other girls, ruffling up Freddy's blonde hair. "Will you two cut it out for one night?"

"Will you not mess with the do?" Freddy muttered, but then added quickly at her look, "Please?"

"Don't they look cute together?" Marta said after a while, looking fondly at their ex-teacher and ex-principal of their Horace Green Prep days. "After all these years...They're finally married..."

"I know," Zack agreed, taking a slow swig off his glass as he turned around to look at the dance floor. "I don't think I've ever seen Dewey so hyped up."

"Or Rosalie either," Tomika pointed out, laughing as Dewey just dipped his wife, who was at least two inches taller than him.

"Yeah, they're cute." Alicia joined in the conversation from her own seat on her boyfriend's lap. Gordon, the band's technical maintenance guy, adjusted his glasses, as they'd come unbalanced while they'd been making out.

"Dude," Freddy said suddenly, laughing as he turned to pound the massive Frankie on the arm. "Can you imagine what they're kids are gonna be like? Talk about breeding a farm of freaks…"

"Freddy!" Summer said sharply, giving a reproachful look as she slammed her wineglass down on the table. "That's a horrible thing to say."

"So what else is new, huh, Tink?" Freddy countered hotly, his cheeks reddening either due to the aggravating girl across him or just because of the eighth or so drink of the night.

"Here we go again…" Katie muttered, looking heavenward. The others laughed, and she hopped off Freddy's lap, announcing she was going to the bathroom. Marta, Alicia, and Eleni, Michelle's fellow groupie, got up to accompany her.

"…I'm just sayin, Freddy," Summer was saying, "Couldn't you give the jerk routine a break for one night?"

"Comin' from the girl who does her accounting in her sleep." Freddy's face really was getting redder by the second, and his eyes were now narrowed at the equally infuriated eyes of the girl across him. "Seriously, Summer, it wouldn't kill you to give us a break, too. Get a life and…"

"Okay, that's enough," Tomika said, her usually serene face now darkening as she stared at the blonde young man, "I think you should take it easy on the drinks now, Freddy."

"Whatever, man." Freddy said, wiping his eyes with his knuckles before getting up, no trace of remembrance of the last few seconds on his handsome face. "Hey now," he said, his voice now completely changed as his eyes settled on a group of girls on the dance floor. "Wanna make some new friends, Zack?"

"I'll pass," Zack said, grinning at his friend, who was already on his way to the dance floor. The grin faded somewhat as his eyes settled on Summer, who looked rather flustered and, if he'd guessed right, didn't seem quite able to look at either him or Tomika in the eye.

"Sum," Tomika said, clearly in the same thought. "You know Freddy…he doesn't mean what he says. Especially when he's halfway hammered like…now…" she said as she looked back at their bandmate.

"Tomika's right," Zack added, shuffling over the two empty seats between them so he could pat her on the shoulder. "He just…"

"You don't have to explain anything, Zack," Summer said, turning to look at him, and he realized with a start that she hadn't been crying at all. The fight had completely gone from her face, just as it had done on Freddy's, except instead of being illuminated with the prospects of new 'conquests' of the opposite sex, her face seemed more weary, as if the businesslike persona fell away now as a mask.

"He'll get over it in the morning," Zack said, managing a weak smile. "You know how you guys always are…"

"Yeah," Summer replied, draining her glass, her clipboard forgotten momentarily on the tabletop. Her eyes flitted over the rest of the band: the guys discussing the success of Gordon's latest lighting technology; the girls, still not back but probably discussing topics which she, Summer, couldn't or wouldn't care much about in the tiled walls of the girls' powder room. Freddy, living out the term 'mingling' to a hilt ten feet away from them…

And here she was, Summer Hathaway; her only date a cardboard clipboard, her only conquests the procurement of dates and venues for the band's gigs. Tucking back a stray strand of hair behind her ear, Summer hiccupped once, all the while having an internal monologue going on…

I have a life…

Sure you do, honey, keep that saying and maybe you'll fool yourself soon…

I have a life…

Right, that's why half the band shudders every time you enter a room…

They do NOT shudder…

Riiight…

Summer grabbed the slender neck of the wine bottle, forcing a smile at thewide butusually friendly face of Frankie's, who'd looked at her in surprise. She tipped the contents into her glass, knowing she wasn't really going to drink herself into a stupor like the others sometimes did.

No, this was just to forget for a bit.

Just to let herself forget the fact that she was a complete loser in every essence of the word.

Just to let herself forget.

'Cuz no one else sure as hell wouldn't.

A/N: HA. Okay, I know, nothing so awe-inspiring at the moment, but remember this IS just the prologue. I'm just gonna do this 'cuz I feel like it for now and also 'cuz I feel these Frummer (Freddy+Summer) fics are way underappreciated and also lacking. I reccommend What You Least Expect by endymion015, hers is absolutely fab! Also, from the next chapter, things will be more detailed and longer, as I'm going to fast forward in time just a bit to the'present' day. This was, again, just a prologue, a kind of backup to what Summer's point of view will be later on in the story.

Thanks!