Inside McCracken Center was as any run down club was. Equally as seedy as it was crumbling to pieces. Molly Markowitz showed up a few minutes after 9:30 to catch the last of the opening act before School of Rock played. There were hundreds of mohawked and sullen looking people who had all come for the same reason. To smack the hell out of each other as best as humanly possibly all to the beat of a good band. Or jump up and down as fast as possible if the song wasn't right. Molly was leaning against a pole in the back of the club and suddenly sat up straight as she watched School of Rock enter and take their 'rock and roll positions.'
"Are you sure she's here?" Marta asked, tugging at her fake hair scrunchie that was died black, just to give her more of an edge for when she was playing.
"She's gonna be here." Zack reassured all of them. This was it, the big moment. Freddy grabbed a microphone and adjusted it so he could sing into it while playing drums. In McCracken Center there was no such thing as a headset microphone. He took a breath, and replayed today's events.

"I know I piss you guys off a lot. And I'm a smart ass all the time. But I'm asking you guys for a favor 'cause you guys are my best fucking friends. I need to do something big. It's gonna take a lot of work, but it needs to get done. Before I go crazy. It needs to ooze of Rock and Roll."

Okay, so his plea had worked. But now he was wondering if all that begging was really worth it. He had butterflies in his stomach and felt like throwing up. He wasn't scared, not by any means. Fredrick Joseph Jones did not frighten! Ever! Taking a breath, he looked around at his band mates, who had all plugged in and were tuning up. Lawrence played a couple of keys and then looked over at Freddy. There was a pause and then Lawrence threw Freddy a thumbs up.
"It's going to ooze Rock and Roll." Lawrence said. It sounded pretty funny, Freddy had to admit. But he even had the brainy keyboard player's support. The crowed hushed, and Molly stood forward on her high heels in anticipation. She had seen School of Rock play live before, but there was always the trill if seeing if her friends would succeed or not. Smoothing out her black and white polka-dot skirt, Molly held her breath. Freddy hit his symbols.
"I swear it's my last time, and I swear it's my last try. And we'll walk in circles around this whole block. Walk on the cracks of the same old sidewalks. And we'll talk about leaving town. Yeah, we'll talk about leaving, I swear it's the last time and I swear it's my last try..." The melody rang through the crowed and into Molly's ears, bouncing off her ear drums like a ping pong ball. That was her song. Her Less Than Jake song that she had been listening to earlier this morning. Molly's sharp eyes pierced through the stage. Freddy pulled himself sheepishly away from the microphone. Her eyes widened. It was Freddy. She had never heard Freddy sing, well, sing correctly. They had sung like no one cared in the car, but this time it was his real singing voice. His real "I care" voice.
"Okay, she's on the hook. Let's real her in." Katie said with a vicious grin, nodding to Freddy who hit the crash symbol 3 times, and then Zack kicked in, then Katie and a triumphant "Go!" from the back up singers. School of Rock was doing a cover of "Growing on You" by The Darkness.

I can't get rid of you I don't know what to do I don't even know who is growing on who--yeah, yeah 'Cause everywhere I go you're there I can't get you out of my hair I can't pretend that I don't care It's not fair

I'm being punished for all my offences I wanna touch you but I'm afraid of the consequences I wanna banish you from whence you came But you're part of me now And I've only got myself to blame

You're really growing on me (Or am I growing on you?) You're really growing on me (Or am I growing on you?) Any fool can see

Sleeping in an empty bed I can't get you off my head And I won't have a life until you're dead Yeah, you heard what I said!

I wanna shake you off but you just won't go And you're all over me and I don't want anyone to know That you're attached to me, that's how you've grown Won't you leave me, baby leave me, leave me alone

You're really growing on me (Or am I growing on you?) You're really growing on me (Or am I growing on you?) Any fool can see

You're really growing on me (Or am I growing on you?) You're really growing on me (Or am I growing on you?)

And the entire time School of Rock played, Freddy kept his attention locked on the back of the room. It wasn't until the end of the song, where the entire band stopped their vocals, except for Freddy who sang

"You're really growing on me. Or am I growing on you?" And then tossed his drumsticks to the back of the room, one passing right by Molly's head and nearly cutting off her ear so she'd resemble Van Gogh. It wasn't exactly how Freddy had planned it. The drumsticks ended up hitting the back mirror of the club and shattering it. They'd probably have to pay for it later on but that wasn't his concern right now. Instead, Freddy got up from his position at the drums and staged dived into the crowed, who managed to get him pretty far back into the club. So far that he could walk the rest without being mangled and killed. Freddy eased his way towards Molly, his hands stuffed in his back pockets shyly. Molly stared back at him, and grinned with amazement.
"That was so punk rock." Molly exclaimed, pulled Freddy by the collar of his black torn up t-shirt. While in return, Freddy had grabbed Molly by the hips and they pulled each other inward until they kissed.