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[Dougie's mind]

We looked into each other's eyes, both of us completely surprised; I would hadd never thought I would see her here, ever! Ans she certainly didn't expect to see me here ither. No one in the room seemed to notice that the world aroun us had stopped. I bet she was thinking the same thing I was thinking right then... Well, remembering actually. I was thinking about what had happened about three weeks ago... I guess I will have to tell you because you won't understan a thing if I dont...

About three weeks ago, my bandmates and I went to a really cool bar where they had all those karaoke things and there are loads of people who sing like crap. The bar was for people lder than 21 years old and I've just turned 18 but since I am famous now, they let me in anyway. There were loads of people there and, just as I had said, many sang horribly, it was like a torture for my ears... Until one girl, one very sexy girl who had a face that should belong to an angel, was forced by her friend to go up to the little stage. She sang 'Before he cheats' by Carrie Underwood, her voice was amazing and she even sounded like a professional singer. I didn't take my eyes off of her in those 3 minutes she spent on the stage. I remembered Danny teasing me. 'I think out little Dougster's in love!' he'd said and laughed. Of course I wasn't in love, I was... Alright, I was horny! Yeah, horny! I'm a 18 years old boy without a girlfriend, what did you expect!?

I took me about an hour to catch her alone... She went to talk to the waitress and I followed her, pretending my table needed more drinks.

"Hi" I said as she waited for her drinks. She turned and smiled at me nicely.

"Hello" she said.

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"No, thanks, I don't drink alcohol, these are just for my friends"

"Oh... I heard you sing, what an amazing voice you have"

"Thanks" she smiled at me again and blushed "I was very nervous. I love singing, I always do in my classes, but I'd never done it before in front ot a crowd"

"Classes? How old are you?"

"I'm 19... Well, we are celebrating my birthday, but it's tomorrow actually. Let's say I'm in my way to be 20"

"How come you go to school then?"

"I'm a teacher" she laughed as if it as obvious.

"How could you be a teacher with 19 years old?"

"It's a very long story"

"Well, I have plenty of time"

We smiled at eachother, she was so nice... We talked for about 2 more hours, we liked each other very much, both of us forgot about out friends and just spent the rest of the night together. She told me she played the piano and I told her I had one, then asked her if she wanted to see it and that's how we went to my house... Then one thing led to another and by the end of the night, she was in my bed. Oh yeah, my bed. It was a shame I had to go on tour that very same day after we woke up together, but I'd promised her as soon as I came back... But I lost her phone-number and thought I would never see her again.

So here we were now, in my school... My mother had made me promise I would finish school and this was my very last year here. Our music teacher, Mrs Parker, a very old and unfriendly lady, had died during our holidays, so now we needed a new teacher... But how was it possible that from all of the teachers that there were in Britain, Rose had to be mine? How could she ever be a teacher? She didn't look like one. She looked like a sexy secretary, with a black tight skirt that left half her amazing legs uncovered and a white shirt.

She looked away from me and stared at the wild teenegares that sorrounded us. My class wasn't the best of all, teachers knew we brought trouble and they didn't like us much because of that. They were talking loudly and laughing at whatever they said. The girls' skirt weren't much longer than their underwear and whoever wasn't from the rugby team didn't talk much; those guys were asswhole quite abussive and you don't want to call their attention, so it was better if you acted like a ghost. I didn't have to worry about them though; I'm a celebrity, nobody messes up with me, though they weren't my friends either... They just weren't the type of friends I wanted.

Rose sat in front of the big piano that was in the middle of the big classroom and started playing a soft melody, the way she was playing it made it sound ever better and then I realized she was playing 'Yesterday' by The Beatles. When the rest of the class realized someone was playing the piano and it was actually a song we all knew instead of an old boring song like the ones Mrs. Parker used to bring for us, they all shut up and turned to see Rose. Once nothing but the sound of the piano filled the air of the classroom, she stopped playing and turned around to face us, smiling, as beautiful and, well, hot to be honest, as the first time I'd met her.

"Now I have your attention, I would like to introduce myself" she said "I'm miss Johnson, your new music teacher"

"Yeah, right" Matthew said. He was from the rugby team, one of the richest and most popular guys at school... And a jerk "You are our new teacher? Babe, I could date you if you wanted"

All his stupid friends laughed, but Rose didn't show annoyance at all.

"Talk to me again like that and I will show you how sweet I can be, babe" she said in a very 'teacher-way', I'd never imagined her doing that. Matthew and his friends shut up and I would have let out a small laugh if Rose had been someone else. She stood up in front of the class and I couldn't help remembering how she looked under the sheets of my bed "Look, I'll be honest with you. You can come here and try to have fun in this class, we can play the instrument, write songs, whatever you like... Or you can come and I'll give you a lot of theory about music to study. And believe me, it's not easy. You will have to come anyway, so it's up to you. All I ask from you are two things: respect and good mood. Can you do that?"

Everybody looked at each other as if they were debating what she had just said. I thought it was a rather cool idea, no more boring theory, and it didn't really surprised me either; Rose was cool, she had to have cool ideas too. She was the kind of the teacher you end up adoring by the end of the year.

Matthew and his friends looked at the teacher without saying a word, which ment she had their respect. She understood this and smiled. She turned around to sit in the piano again and I saw how Matt didn't move his gaze from her... Well... Butt. It bothered me a little bit yet I could't feel more proud of myself; I had gained that girl for one night.

I couldn'y help thinking just about one thing during the whole class: I'd slept with my teacher.