"Are you sure you don't want to come Ruby? You could always do you work later."
"Don't encourage bad habits Yang. She's your sister."
"C'mon Weiss, she's smart. I trust that she's be able to get it done after we get back."
"Sorry Yang, I've gotta side with my partner here. Port and Oobleck are killing me!" She throws a quick glance at the closet, but luckily her team doesn't notice.
"*sigh* Alright fine. Just work hard ok? You have both our and JNPR's numbers if you need anything. See you in a few hours Ruby." WBY and JNPR walk away, with Ruby standing in the doorway.
"Bye guys! See you later!" she called after them, a little too happy for someone doing a few "essays."
Ruby sits at her desk for a few minutes, fiddling with her scroll, until she gets back up, and throws a few looks out her door.
The coast is clear.
She can finally have some of her "personal time."
She opens her closet, and after digging through some clothes and boxes, she pulls them out.
A '77 Charles amplifier, and a hard guitar case, covered in stickers ranging from Bert Block strings to Duncan Seymour pickups, and even Serpent's Eye picks. She lays the case on the floor, undoing the latches with a satisfying *pop*. Opening up the case, it still has that new case smell, despite many years old, and within it, is what Ruby likes to call her "Other Sweetheart."
A '61 Orville SG, finished in Heritage Cherry. Neck through mahogany, rosewood fretboard, Orville PAF humbucking pickups in the neck and bridge. It was perfect. The only things Ruby loved more than this guitar were her family, her team, and Crescent Rose. It was that important to her.
She pulled it out of its case, as well as a tuner, and went over to Weiss's bed to tune it. She had just tuned it yesterday but that damn G string would never stay in tune.
"Stupid Orville headstock, " she thought out loud.
After all was said and done, she gently placed the guitar down on the bed, and walked over to her amp to plug it in. Luckily, no clothes or anything hit the knobs while it was in there, so all she needed to do was plug in, and rock. She plugged the amp into the wall, and then her guitar into the amp, and after switching the thing on, she just strummed a few chords, just to make sure everything was in working order. It was, the amp's distinct, punchy tone cutting through the silence, giving Ruby a feeling she only got while playing, especially in her Beacon uniform.
With a smirk on her face, and pick in hand, she began singing and playing like a true rock star.
AC/DC- Whole Lotta Rosie
Wanna tell you story
About woman I know
When it comes to lovin'
She steals the show
She ain't exactly pretty
Ain't exactly small
Fourt'two thirt'ninefiftysix
You could say she's got it all
Never had a woman
Never had a woman like you
Doin' all the things
Doin' all the things you do
Ain't no fairy story
Ain't no skin and bones
But you give it all you got
Weighin' in at nineteen stone
You're a whole lotta woman
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
And you're a whole lotta woman
Honey you can do it
Do it to me all night long
Only one who turn me
Only one who turn me on
All through the night time
Right around the clock
To my surprise
Rosie never stops
She was a whole lotta woman
Whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
A whole lotta woman
Whole lotta woman
Whole lotta woman
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta woman-man-man yeah
Whole lotta Rosie
Whole lotta woman
Whole lotta woman
Jumping, spasing, and duck walking like crazy, Ruby was hitting the last few bends, a look of pure rock and passion on her face, before letting the last notes of the solo ring out. As she turned down the volume knob, she sat down on Weiss's bed, rather exhausted from everything she did. After all, the man who popularized those moves, and Ruby's idol, McKinnon "Mac" Young, was famous for shorting out his equipment with his sweat on stage. Young was her biggest influence, and despite being what she liked to call a "bedroom hero," she could probably go toe to toe with Young, but she probably never would.
You see, Ruby is a very shy person in general, and if anyone found out about her not-so-very-well-hidden talent, she would go crazy. She thought about this as she began packing her equipment being careful to not damage the instrument older than her dad. After she had put everything back in the closet, and hidden it under a bunch of uniforms Weiss kept bugging her about to wash, she walked back to her desk, and began doing her assignment that she actually had to do. She wouldn't lie to Yang like that.
And thank god she hadn't noticed Jaune, who'd been watching her play though the door when he heard the music. Now that would be really bad for both of them.
Wait, what?
Hallo peoples. I've been sitting on this idea for a while, and I finally got around to doing it. I'm looking forward to continuing this story in the future, and I love both RWBY and guitar, so I'm somehow gonna make this work. Follow, Favorite, review, all that jazz. I want feedback to make this thing better. Bonus points if you can figure out how I went about swapping the names.
