CHAPTER NINE: ROCK THIS JOINT

"Let's rock this joint!"

Demyx yelled, playing wild guitar riffs on his sitar.

"Er, Demyx?"

"Yes?"

"You're teaching young children in a course called 'Fun with Music'."

The Melodious Nocturne paused for a moment, before looking at the class of young faces that he was supposed to teach. Large eyes stared back at him, before Demyx realized that his "audience" was a sea of children. Some of them were staring at him in anticipation, as if waiting for more guitar riffs, while the others simply clapped politely.

"Oh."

"Now be a good example, Demyx. I'll see you after class."

The head of the 'Little Kiddies' courses for children smiled politely and closed the door behind her, as Demyx glanced back at the children. A little girl raised her hand. "Mister Demyx, what are you going to teach us today?" Number IX fiddled absentmindedly with the strings of his sitar. "Er…I don't know. What do you wanna learn?" Hopping up from her seat excitedly, a young boy screamed, "To be a freakin' rock star!" Demyx stared at the child, who was probably five or six years old. When he finally regained his self-composure, Demyx grinned at his class of juniors. "Fine then, let's rock!" The little girl raised her hand again. "But Miss Bella will reprimand us! We're supposed to learn the recorder."

"Who cares about Miss Bella?!"

The boy shouted. "Let's rock out!" he said, making the universal rock sign with his hand.

Demyx grinned, before glancing at each of the eager children. "Great. You, take the drum set. You, take the extra fender guitar over there. You, take the microphone. You take the bass guitar. You take the keyboard. The rest of you can be backup singers." After the children had gathered the necessary instruments and equipment, Demyx set them up in the middle of the room.

"Ready? One, two, one two three…"

"Demyx?"

It was Miss Bella.

The musician turned as pale as a sheet for a moment, before clearing his throat and going, "These are the instruments you can only learn when you're older. That's for explaining. Now, we learn about the recorder…"

"Glad to see you're being a good example, Demyx!"

Number IX plastered a cheesy smile on his face as Miss Bella closed the door behind her. "Phew. She's gone now! And a one, a two, a one two three…"

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"We are the nobodies! We wanna be somebodies!"

The mini rock group sang as they jammed on their instruments inside the classroom. It was strange, really. Young children in flower-print dresses and smiley-print shirts jamming on fender guitars and playing the drums. And of course, the nocturne was behind it all. "Not good enough! Try that riff again!" Demyx yelled over the music. "Put more rhythm into that beat! That's it! You're doing good!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah!"

The back-up singers sang, waving their arms dramatically. Demyx was having the time of his life. And the best part was that he was being paid for this.

"Demyx!!!!" A voice screamed. Oh no. It was Miss Bella again. "Are you teaching those innocent children to play rock music?!" Demyx freaked for a moment, being his usual self, before aiming the tip of his sitar at the doorway. "Dance, water, dance!" he commanded, and bubbles shot forth from the instrument, soaking the woman and preventing her from entering the room.

"Oops! The water dispenser malfunctioned!"

"What has that got to do with your horrendous music?!" The woman yelled.

"Well…er…" Demyx began, before mouthing to the children, "Run for it!" and motioning to a dark portal he had just created. "Absolutely nothing!" he said to Miss Bella, before running through the portal himself and closing it.

"Oh and Miss Bella? YOU SUCK! No one wants to learn a freakin' recorder!"

The rocker boy yelled, sticking his head out of the portal, before withdrawing it again, just as the portal itself folded and vanished.

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A/N: Look out for Demyx and the class' performance on Job Evaluation Day!

This is meant to double as little prequel. ; Please review if you've liked it!