Chapter Seven
Ok people. I'm not sure if this is allowed but I am looking for 3 or 4 fan fiction members to be in this story. I need about three judges for the coming practice gig and a bus driver. If you would like to be a judge or a bus drive don't email me because my email has gone down, but either leave a review saying which one you'd like to be and what name you would like me to use, or find some other way of letting me know.
Thanks, enjoy!
The lesson had gone well overall, but there were still problems. Artemis could not get his fingers to work properly, or at all. The bass guitar was so fiddly. Harry and Draco had had more success, and could now play half a song. Hermione had almost mastered the keyboard and the backing vocals turned out not to be as pants as Mia and Cinderella had thought. Cooper was sitting in her usual corner with her laptop on her desk. The light show for the stage gig was coming along well, but there was still something missing. Buffy was standing in a corner sulking because no-one could agree what song the band was going to play. Ron and Spike were just doing random things that no-one really understood or cared about. They called it 'roadie business.'
Mr Schneebly came into the room and cleared his throat.
"Ok dudes and dudettes, what is all the arguing? It's not cool to have un-rest amongst rockers."
"I'm bored because these morons can't decide on what song to play," Buffy piped up from her corner.
Mr Schneebly shook his head.
"You don't have to worry about that. It states in clause 12 of the school of rock contract that all material played in the battle of the bands must be original."
"What?" The whole class looked blank.
"He means we have to write the song ourselves," Hermione said loudly.
"Yes, bush lady, correct. The song that you play in three and a half weeks must be written by you." Mr Schneebly nodded.
"But Mr S?"
"Yes Ginger?"
"We suck. How are we supposed to write a song aswell?"
Mr S sat down at his desk, put his feet up and thought for a minute.
"Tree hugger, come out here a sec."
Mia got up and went cautiously to the front of the room.
"Now tree hugger. Why do you always wear that mongin perfume? you smell like an onion factory gone wrong. Also the humongous zit makes your face look like a volcano about to erupt. You walk around with that 'I'm so innocent and everyone hates perfect little me' look on you're face and expect everyone to fall for it and ignore the bitch behind it. And lastly, well not lastly because I could go on for ever but the last point I will make is that your clothes look like they have been kept in a wheely bin for months."
Mia had slowly gone red. Firstly with embarrassment and then with anger. She drew herself up and took a deep breath.
"HOW DARE YOU! I'LL HAVE YOU KNOW THAT THESE CLOTHES CAME IN THAT FUCKING STUPID SUITCASE YOU KIDNAPPED ALONG WITH ME, THE PRINCESS OF GENOVIA!"
Mr Schneebly smiled and bridged his hands.
"Angry, tree hugger?"
"You bet I am!" Mia yelled turning on her heel and storming back to her seat.
"Good. Because anger is one of the best moods to be in to write a face melting rock song. Anyone else feeling angry?"
Cooper got to her feet.
"Me! How dare you kidnap us, stick us in confined areas with the most unbearable people on the planet and then insult Mia like that in front of them? Mr Schneebly you are one of the biggest buttmunches I have ever met in my whole entire life! YOU SUCK!"
"THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Mr S stood up and clapped.
"Ok, now you guys do whatever it takes to get into a mood like these two and write me some awesome material!" Mr S got up and left the room. He came back in just as Buffy was about to start a fight with Spike.
"And that excluded any form of physical contact!" He left again, leaving his class yelling happily at each other, with the exception of Artemis, who as usual, was sitting in his chair sulking.
To be continued………
(Well, obviously.)
(Ok, so that wasn't the best chapter ever, but there is more to come that will hopefully kick the ass of this chapter. Please somebody get back to me on the role of the judges and the bus driver!)
Thanks, please R&R!