Me don't own Dewey or anyone from the School of Rock...or the numerous songs mentioned in this fic. Just the drummer from Hellfire and the bands Gasoline, Broken Angel, and Hellfire. Oh btw chappy name is 'Girl at the Rock Show' by Blink 182.
8 'o clock found Dewey in a bar yet again, his excuse this time was a mini battle of the bands. 3 cover bands fighting for position of regular bar entertainment. Each band plays 2 covers. The first band had played Fuel's 'Bad Day' and Third Eye Blind's 'Jumper'. Wasn't that interesting to be truthful. The 2nd bands up now and their first song had been Crossfade's 'The Unkonown' which wasn't too shabby, and now they were in full swing playing Stone Sour's 'Bother'. So far this band is Dewey's odds on favorite. The next band would have to be great to top this one. The current band finishes their set and the last band is called out. A girl in a black corset, hooker boots, and a short skirt takes lead guitar and mic, a guy dressed in grunge takes the bass, another guy in skater garb takes 2nd guitar, and a girl with a Metallica shirt and long rainbow hair sits behind the drums. First song, Nine Inch Nail's 'The Perfect Drug' with the drummer singing lead vocals. The band's playing was excellent but the song just wasn't right for the drummer's voice. However she nails the tasty drum solo. If she weren't such a good drummer Dewey would suggest she be in front.
All around the bar people begin to look bored and uninterested. Dewey just grits his teeth and hopes no one attempts a stage dive. The drummer hands her sticks over to the skater guy and joins the leader at the front. The lead girl plunges into a cover of Kittie's 'Into the Darkness'. This could be bad. Her vocals stay strong though and the former drummer backs her with a strong hellion scream. The drummer can work the crowd way better than the lead singer. Dewey watches her for a moment. A tall girl, hair to her butt clad in black bondage pants, a black Metallica shirt, and biker boots. She looks the part and sounds it too. They finish their song and everyone takes a bow, this time the crowd cheering. "Now for the voting!" says the host. Whoever gets the most cheers wins. Now, how did ya'll feel about the first band, Gasoline?" The band recieves a fair amount of cheers. "Now the 2nd band, Broken Angel?" A roaring answer for them, topping Gasoline's applause ten-fold. "Now for the 3rd band, Hellfire?" Again a fair amount of cheering, Dewey cheering the loudest, but it just wasn't enough to top Broken Angel. He watched Hellfire crumble and knew the feeling all to well. As the bands exit the stage Hellfire's drummer steps down from the stage only to have her ass slapped by some drunk guy. The thought crosses Dewey's mind to help out, but before he can act on it the drummer girl has punched the guy square in the face and is now making her way to the bar. Dewey makes his way to her, a little too buzzed to worry about being shy. "You guys rock! You should have won!" he says loud enough to be heard over the music. "Thanks. You play music yourself?" She asks. "Yea, Guitar!" She glances around and leans towards him. "Hey you wanna go some where it's not so loud?" she asks. "Shyea!"
"So what's your name?" She asks once they're outside and seated on a low wall out front. "Dewey Finn. You?" "Nirvana Hawthorne" She said looking at him and he couldn't keep it in any longer, he had to laugh. "What?" she demanded. "What were you concieved to the tune of 'Polly'?" he asked jokingly. "Nirvana made it big after I was born, else I'd be an 18 year old right now." she snapped. "My bad, I'm sorry. Forgive me for I am just a lil drunk right now." he laughs. "I noticed." she replied. "Still you look familiar. Been in a local band?" she asks. "School of Rock." he replies. "Dude! I remember now! Those kids were so cool! Wish we had a rad music teacher in school." He laughs. "Yea, it was fun. " She glances at her watch. "God, I gotta meet the guys at the van." she grabs him by the wrist, writes her name and number on the back of his hand. "Call me sometime when your sober." she jokes. "Your a cool cat Dewey." she says before jumping down from the wall. "You too Nirvana! You wail!"
The next day, after his hangover cleared up that is, Dewey picked up the phone and nervously read the digits on the back of his hand. "Hello?" Came a sleepy voice from the other side of the phone. "Nirvana?" "Who is this?" she demands, the groggyness still in her voice. "Dewey, we met last night." He says licking his lips nervously. She laughs. "I told you not to call me drunk and the irony is you catch me sleeping off a hangover." "You weren't drunk when you left last night." He says in a questiongly tone. "The band ditched me so I got drunk. I'm a musician with no band." "Dude! That sucks!" Dewey says minding to keep his voice down. "Your a way better front runner than that chick in the corset. You could hold drummer position or lead!" "Yea but they think my rendition of 'The Perfect Drug' was too weak and that's what made us loose." "You didn't flex your vocal chords enough on that one but it wasn't your fault. That's a song for a male voice. Besides, I liked it." He says taking a seat on the couch, no longer nervous about talking to her. "You were drunk too." "Buzzed. I still had most of my wits about me." He clarifies. "Dewey your awesome. I'm glad you were at the bar last night getting buzzed." She laughs. "No problem. Remember, your too good for that band anyway. I'll call you later okay." "Sure..oh wait Dewey what's your number?" She asks. He gives her his cell phone for lack of a home phone. "Talk to ya later Rainbow."