Thomas: Hey you.

A few minutes later, Newt replied.

Newt: Who's this?

Thomas: The drummer of WICKED.

Newt: Why are you texting me?

Thomas: To let you know you've been accepted into my band.

Newt: Hahahahahahahahahaha what a funny joke.

Thomas: Next rehearsal is today after school at Minho's. Meet us at his truck after school with your guitar. Black Chevy Silverado.

Newt: Minho? The asian guy that runs at track with you?

Thomas: Yeah

Newt: K


After the bell rang, Thomas and his band waited at Minho's truck for their new bandmate.

Thomas saw Newt walking towards the truck.

"Is this our new lead guitarist? He doesn't look very... rock-like, y'know?" said Minho.

"Yeah, uh, can he even rock?" said Aris skeptically.

"I assure you, he's pretty good," Thomas said.

Newt arrived and shook hands with his new bandmates.

"My name's Newt." he told everyone.

"Okay, so let's introduce you to everyone. So here's Minho on rhythm," Thomas points to Minho, "this asshole is a pain in the ass, but we need him because he can do math."

Minho scoffed and stuck out his middle finger.

"Here's Aris, on vocals. Then we have Alby on bass, and little Chuck on keyboard. Newt, you are replacing Gally." said Thomas.

"Oh yeah! Why did Gally leave? Or did he get kicked?" Newt wondered.

"We'll explain more when we're at my place. C'mon." said Minho. Everyone got in the truck and Minho drove to his house. Minho's house is a large house, with triple garage doors, and located in an affluent neighbourhood. After arriving at Minho's, they went to the basement where all their instruments were found. Newt seemed to be in awe at how large the house is as he looked around. When Newt took his guitar out of his case, Minho's eyes widened.

"BRO! IS THAT A GIBSON LES PAUL?" Minho exclaimed quite loudly.

"Yeah, I got it last year for my birthday..." Newt replied shyly.

"DUDE HOW RICH ARE YOU?!" Minho asked.

"Well seeing the Mercedes and the BMW in your driveway, and how big your house is, why are you asking? Seems like you can afford one too," Newt pointed out.

"Well those are my parents', they wouldn't spend much on me," said Minho sadly.

"Shut up rich kid, my parents wouldn't even get me a car," Alby said as he punched Minho.

"Enough talking guys, let's get rockin'" Aris interjected.

"Wait, before that, we need to get Newt familliar with the problem," Thomas said, and proceeded to tell him about Gally leaving and how their next gig is in 3 weeks.

"So Newt, 3 weeks and you have 8 songs to learn and memorize," Thomas said as he handed Newt some sheet music. Newt looked through the list.

"No way I can memorize all this in 3 weeks..." Newt said skeptically.

"Well, if you can't you can't. Nothing we can do. However, if you do, we would all be very happy," Thomas said.

The band started rehearsing their songs and all Newt could do was sight read, but he is pretty good.


At school, Thomas had never noticed Newt before. He never really was attentive to people in the hallways. Now he realizes that Newt is in none of his classes.

Is he older than me? Thomas thought.

When lunch came around, Thomas sat with his usual group of people, but he was actively looking for Newt. He looked around the cafeteria but he does not spot him. When Thomas finished his lunch, he headed towards the library to finish work, as usual. When he entered the library, he looked around rather than going straight to the computers. He spotted Newt at a study desk and walked over.

"Hey you," Thomas says.

Newt doesn't answer, probably because Newt is concentrating really hard on whatever he is doing. Newt only noticed Thomas after Thomas covered the light by hovering over him.

"What the fuck - oh hey it's you," Newt said.

"Whataya doin'?" Thomas asked.

"I'm trying to memorize these formulas for chemistry," Newt said, holding up his Chem 11 textbook.

Oh damn, he's in grade 11, Thomas thought.

"Oh I see. I'll let you study then. I just wanted to know if you would like to come over after school?" Thomas asked.

"Why?" wondered Newt.

"Because I wanna jam with you... see how good you are at the songs," Thomas replied. Newt considered for a moment before replying.

"Okay, sure. You have a guitar that I can use?" Newt asked.

"Yeah, but it's not as expensive as yours," Thomas said.

"Oh that's fine. I'll meet you after school then," Newt said.

"I have basketball practice, which ends at 4:30, actually," Thomas said.

"Okay, I'll watch then," Newt said.

"Oh please don't - I'm terrible at basketball," Thomas said, smiling.

"It's okay. I'll study my chemistry," Newt replied.

Thomas then left Newt alone and went to "work" on his history assignment.

Author's Note: Honestly, this chapter is rather boring. Sorry for the letdown, haha. The next chapter will be more interesting, I promise.