Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to any of the School Of Rock characters

I pushed open the double doors of my school and proceeded to walk through the hallways, just like I had done for the previous days of that year. I was in high school, oh wow, like that meant I was important. I felt like I was in prison while in school. Sitting in certain cells for certain periods of time, then when a bell would ring, they would let us stretch, but that second bell meant we had to be back in our cell or else we would get "punished". Big deal. The "punishment" is cleaning desks for two hours after school. A two-year-old could do it.

I was a pretty studious student. I did my homework, passed my courses, and was on the honor roll. I didn't really care if I was an A student though. I had no interest in the past, numbers, or what's going on inside my body. I cared about music. Luckily, our school had a music department, a very good one infact.

The 4th period bell rang, and I proceeded to grab my lunch from my locker and head to the music room. I picked up one of the 10 guitars they had, plugged the wire into the amp, and then began to rock out. I always closed my eyes when I played; I preferred to visualize things while I played, rather than seeing the room around me.

After about 5 minutes of playing, I heard a faint footstep move closer to me. I opened my eyes and turned around. I saw an average height guy with gelled-dirty blond hair leaning up against the hallway door. He was holding his drumsticks in one hand, a soda in the other. I obviously knew who he was. He was Freddie Jones of course. The drummer for the "School of Rock" band.

"Hey, you're really good. I never knew that you could play so well." He started to walk closer to me, putting down his soda on a near-by table. "Can you play that one verse again? Let's see if we can try and put two and two together."

"Y-yeah, sure. No problem." I played the verse again, while Freddie examined my playing talent. He was bobbing his head up and down a little bit, appearing as if he was figuring out a good beat to go with the verse.

"Okay, I think I got it. How about we try it together."

"Ok, sure." Then I proceeded to play my verse, while he amazingly drummed along as if he had played the song a thousand times.

"Hey, this isn't too shabby. I think we could make this work. Did you write this song? Or is it some song that I have never heard of, which is not likely..."

"Yeah, I just wrote it a few minutes ago actually."

"Wow. You figured out all those chord progressions in a matter of minutes? Heck, even Zack can't do that."

I just shrugged my shoulders a bit. I didn't really know what to say. "I guess I've just had a lot of practice..."

Freddie put his left hand up to his chin, rubbing it as if he was in some sort of state of deep thought. "You know what, you might just work."

"Um, sorry?" I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Zack. Didn't you hear?" I shook my head. "Oh man. Gnarly skateboard accident. He broke his left wrist and index finger. He can't play for two months because of it!"

"That's horrible. But don't you guys have that audition for the record company soon?"

"Yeah—and we need a good enough replacement or else our shot is blown! You know what? Why don't you stop by my garage around 6:30 tonight. We have band practice. I'll let the band get a look at you before I go and decide things."

"But what if they don't accept me?"

"If you play like that, then they have no choice but to". Freddie then picked up his soda can, tucked his drumsticks in his back pocket, and walked to his next class.

I was at a loss for words. I just sank in my chair, took a deep breath, and thought that it was too good to be true...

A/N: Don't worry, the person will eventually be identified, most likely in the next chapter