"Zack, play that guitar bridge again." Freddy ordered, as he sat as his
drum kit, chewing on a pen cap. School of Rock, after graduating Elementary
School went on to separate schools. Some of them had gone to public
schools, like Marta, Frankie, Freddy and Zack. Some stayed in Private
Schools like Summer, Billy and Lawrence. Now they met up in Ned's apartment
every 3 days for a rehearsal or a jam session. Ned's apartment was a lot
bigger now with Patty moved out. He was dealing with the break up pretty
bad when no one is around, but seemed to get along just fine when the kids
were there. Dewey had entrusted him as the Demi-God of Rock.
"Alright." Zack shrugged and plucked at the metal strings again. A slower vibe rang through the apartment building, and possibly the complex.
All of my life, where have you been. I wonder if I'll ever see you again. And if that day comes, I know we could win. I wonder if I'll ever see you again. I've been searching for you, I heard a cry within my soul. I never had a yearning quite like this before. Now that you're walking right through my door.
It wasn't The Who material, but it was better than some of the things that the band had been writing lately. Zack peered over Freddy's drum kit to see what his drumming friend was writing.
"I didn't know you were a lyric writing man."
"I'm not." Freddy admitted.
"Have you gone to see Molly Markowitz, yet, Fred?" Lawrence asked from across the room.
"I told you guys, I can't find her!" Freddy sighed, throwing a drumstick toward Lawrence.
"It's been almost a week!" Lawrence exclaimed, looking somewhat annoyed with his stubborn headed band mate. Lawrence had changed a bit, too. He was still polite, but a bit more outspoken and confident. He still didn't take flattery well, either.
"Don't think I don't fucking know, alright?" Freddy spat, closing his notebook and spitting the pen at one of the crash symbols. A few people exchanged looks and shrugged.
"Okay, so what exactly did Molly say?" Summer asked, striking a Sherlock Holmes pose.
"She said that she works afternoon to night shifts and that she'd catch me on the Flipside." Freddy repeated like the back of his hand. He had been through the story several times, almost word for word. There was a silence that settled over the band.
"Flipside? Since when is the word Flipside back?" Marta asked, scratching her wild mane of wavy, bright blonde hair. Marta had grown up more than any of them. She used to be so small, but over the course of 6 years she had blossomed into a young woman complete with glossy lips and vocal chords fit for a pop princess. There was a murmur of agreement in the room.
"Flipside Records." Katie piped up. Marta pulled on one of Katie's blue streaks amongst her chocolate brown hair.
"What are you talking about, Katie?" Marta asked. Katie dug through the pocket of her ridiculously oversized pants with bright green lining. She fished a receipt out of her pocket and handed it to Freddy.
"Flipside Records. It's a store about half an hour away from here. So Molly probably lives pretty far away from here. That's why she never went to our school." Katie rationalized. Summer looked impressed at the bass player with the black Rancid tank top on.
"A brilliant deduction, Watson!" Zack exclaimed in his Rolling-Stone- Keith-Richard's voice. Katie grinned in a stupidly proud fashion.
"That makes a lot of sense. She didn't say 'I'll catch you on the Flipside.' She probably said something like 'I'll catch you at Flipside.'" Summer said, holding out her hands like she had just solved the worlds easiest problem for the world's stupidest people.
"You all do realize that we've just wasted 20 minuets of precious rehearsal time helping Mr. Punch Drunk Love here track down some mysterious girl with a Jewish last name who sings and has insomnia?" Tamika looked around, annoyed and amused at the same time with her ghetto hand-on-the-hip 'Oh you've got to be kidding me' look. It was amazing how much Freddy knew out of a girl who he had only talked to twice in his life. The band looked around, nodded and then all broke into laughter.
"Hey! I don't love the chick, I'm just seeing how small this world really is." Freddy growled.
"Whatever, Spazzy McGee, just get out of here and go track her down!" Tamika ordered, pointing a curvy, manicured, long red fingernail at the door.
You don't have to tell me twice. Freddy thought.
"Alright." Zack shrugged and plucked at the metal strings again. A slower vibe rang through the apartment building, and possibly the complex.
All of my life, where have you been. I wonder if I'll ever see you again. And if that day comes, I know we could win. I wonder if I'll ever see you again. I've been searching for you, I heard a cry within my soul. I never had a yearning quite like this before. Now that you're walking right through my door.
It wasn't The Who material, but it was better than some of the things that the band had been writing lately. Zack peered over Freddy's drum kit to see what his drumming friend was writing.
"I didn't know you were a lyric writing man."
"I'm not." Freddy admitted.
"Have you gone to see Molly Markowitz, yet, Fred?" Lawrence asked from across the room.
"I told you guys, I can't find her!" Freddy sighed, throwing a drumstick toward Lawrence.
"It's been almost a week!" Lawrence exclaimed, looking somewhat annoyed with his stubborn headed band mate. Lawrence had changed a bit, too. He was still polite, but a bit more outspoken and confident. He still didn't take flattery well, either.
"Don't think I don't fucking know, alright?" Freddy spat, closing his notebook and spitting the pen at one of the crash symbols. A few people exchanged looks and shrugged.
"Okay, so what exactly did Molly say?" Summer asked, striking a Sherlock Holmes pose.
"She said that she works afternoon to night shifts and that she'd catch me on the Flipside." Freddy repeated like the back of his hand. He had been through the story several times, almost word for word. There was a silence that settled over the band.
"Flipside? Since when is the word Flipside back?" Marta asked, scratching her wild mane of wavy, bright blonde hair. Marta had grown up more than any of them. She used to be so small, but over the course of 6 years she had blossomed into a young woman complete with glossy lips and vocal chords fit for a pop princess. There was a murmur of agreement in the room.
"Flipside Records." Katie piped up. Marta pulled on one of Katie's blue streaks amongst her chocolate brown hair.
"What are you talking about, Katie?" Marta asked. Katie dug through the pocket of her ridiculously oversized pants with bright green lining. She fished a receipt out of her pocket and handed it to Freddy.
"Flipside Records. It's a store about half an hour away from here. So Molly probably lives pretty far away from here. That's why she never went to our school." Katie rationalized. Summer looked impressed at the bass player with the black Rancid tank top on.
"A brilliant deduction, Watson!" Zack exclaimed in his Rolling-Stone- Keith-Richard's voice. Katie grinned in a stupidly proud fashion.
"That makes a lot of sense. She didn't say 'I'll catch you on the Flipside.' She probably said something like 'I'll catch you at Flipside.'" Summer said, holding out her hands like she had just solved the worlds easiest problem for the world's stupidest people.
"You all do realize that we've just wasted 20 minuets of precious rehearsal time helping Mr. Punch Drunk Love here track down some mysterious girl with a Jewish last name who sings and has insomnia?" Tamika looked around, annoyed and amused at the same time with her ghetto hand-on-the-hip 'Oh you've got to be kidding me' look. It was amazing how much Freddy knew out of a girl who he had only talked to twice in his life. The band looked around, nodded and then all broke into laughter.
"Hey! I don't love the chick, I'm just seeing how small this world really is." Freddy growled.
"Whatever, Spazzy McGee, just get out of here and go track her down!" Tamika ordered, pointing a curvy, manicured, long red fingernail at the door.
You don't have to tell me twice. Freddy thought.
