There was an eerie silence and everyone could feel the gazes going
around the room. Dewey didn't seem too sensitive that one of the band
members were being taken out by their parents.
"C'mon Finn who is it?" Freddy asked impatiently.
"Keep your guitars on...sheesh..." Dewey said making faces at Freddy. "It's me," he finished with a serious face.
"I don't understand..." Marta replied.
"My parents are going to need my help in New Jersey for a week or so," Dewey said in an assuring voice. "I'll be back to rock though. They just need help moving their stuff in, they're moving from Florida".
"Well..." Summer began looking puzzled, giving her so-lost in-the-world look. "When are you leaving Dewey?" Summer asked, obviously upset.
"Sunday Night. I should be back on Saturday. But my parents are mushy people," Dewey said with odd hand motions. "So you never know."
"...So what are we gonna do for practices," Zack asked, sounding a little upset. He was thinking about when he walked out on his mom an hour ago. "I don't want to have to go a whole week without practicing with everyone."
"Well, I've been thinking, and here's what I got," Dewey said sitting down on the couch, throwing his arms out. "You can practice here, Ned said he wouldn't mind. But just make sure you put everything back and stuff. However, Ned is bringing Patty over for some [cough] business this week most likely, so it's going to be a little tough to work around." Giggles were heard from around the room. "Ah, kidding guys. Yeah, you can just practice here. My only worry is your parents, I don't know how they feel about you guys practicing here unsupervised." Dewey sounded a little too confident about it, but Freddy had an idea.
"...Well, we could practice at my house for a few days," Freddy offered willingly.
"Yeah, I mean I have 3 of my amps there," Katie said supporting Freddy's idea. "And we could take Lawrence's spares downstairs to the basement."
"As long as it's cool with the Mister and Missus," Dewey began. "Whatever you guys want to do is fine, as long as Ms Hathaway here keeps her phone on, you guys are good to go."
Everyone nodded or smiled in agreement. "You guys can warm up for a little bit," Dewey said standing up. "I need 15 minutes to sit down and not correct your mistakes."
Dewey got up and sat down at the kitchen table and put his head in his hands, trying to think about a way to get Ms. Mullins to let them play at the Evening of the Arts next month.
"Dewey?"
"Zack, what's going on?" Dewey asked.
"I have a little bit of a situation," Zack began.
"Hit me."
"My dad basically said it was cool to come over, and when Freddy Katie and I were leaving my house, my mom said I basically had to be back in a half hour. So I stuck it to her and left, and it's gonna be weird going back. What am I supposed to say?"
"Well, your dad is a pretty cool guy, why don't you call him and ask if you can spend the night. You look tired anyway." Dewey gave him the portable phone and Zack sat down at the square table, across from Dewey.
Zack dialed his dad's cell phone, and on the third ring he picked up.
"Hello?"
"Dad?"
"Hey Zack"
"I kind of stuck it to mom before I left because she basically told me I couldn't come to practice... is it okay if I stay the night with Dewey?"
"Sure," his dad began. "I'll drop off some clothes on my break."
"Okay, thanks dad"
"Don't worry about it... your mother is a little uptight, I'll try and talk to her".
"Thanks Dad, see ya later"
"Bye Zack"
Zack hung up the phone and smiled. "Thanks Dewey."
"To be honest," Dewey said with a grin. "The pleasure's all on this side of the table, I like when you guys sleep over. If you guys slept over here the rest of your lives I'm not sure if I'd mind at all."
Zack laughed. "I wouldn't bet on that."
"I would," Dewey replied, and rubbed Zack's head. Zack grinned. "Let's go back inside, I want to get going so you guys will have some solid material to work on next week."
"Alrite," Zack said contently. Life was good to him and he couldn't wait for the surprises ahead.
"Okay Ladies, gents, and punks of all ages," Dewey said clapping his hands together quickly. Zack stood with his guitar in a poised manner. "Let's throw something together now, so you guys can work on it the rest of the week. This way, I'll come back, be blown away but your musical abilities, and then we can all eat Pizza and Cake when I come back," There was an awkward silence. No one was too sure if Dewey was kidding around. "Comprendo?"
"Comprendo," the band replied unchorused.
"Good," Dewey rubbed his hands together. "What do you guys want to learn?"
"Metallica!" Freddy said suddenly, hitting the cymbal. Laughs were heard from around the room.
"Thank you Fredrick, for your spas-in-motion of the day," Dewey replied, answering Freddy's comment sarcastically. "Whatever you guys want to learn is fine with me. Just say the word."
"Metallica! Metallica! Metallica!" yelled Freddy, hitting the cymbal after every 'Metallica'.
"Alrite Freddy hold your ass!" came back Dewey, lovingly, putting up his hand in the drummer's direction. "NOW," Dewey said dropping his hand slowly. "Think really hard about this song, because this will be the song you'll be learning and perfecting for the next week."
"Actually... I have an idea, Dewey..." Came a little voice from the back.
Everyone turned around to the roadie with a notebook in hand, counting off cables.
"What's up Marco?"
"I think Gordon, Michelle, Eleni and I can put together a pretty cool light and effect show for Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2 by Pink Floyd."
Dewey nodded in approval. "What do you say guys?"
"I'm for it," Zack said raising his hand.
"Double that," Katie said picking a few chords at her bass.
"Okay," Lawrence replied politely.
"Hey, whatever you wanna do," Alicia said looking back at the band, mainly Freddy, who she was begging inside would agree to the song. Whenever Freddy didn't agree with something, everyone usually gave in to him because they were all tired of hearing him complain.
"I'm good," Freddy said leaning back onto the rim of the radiator; drum stick hanging loose in each hand.
"I'll do it," Tomika said shrugging, arms linked behind her back.
"Okay," Marta replied and smiled Cheerfully.
"Okay then," Dewey began, proud of his band. "Anyone here not know the song?" asked Dewey raising his hand, implying the action you should take if you don't know it. Everyone looked around, waiting for a hand to go up. Lawrence opened his mouth to talk.
"I know the main gist of it," Lawrence said peacefully. "I can play it though."
Dewey raised his eyebrows in concurrence, and the band began to grow a little impatient. Dewey noticed this. "Okay then guys, let's rock."
Everyone poised up a little more, and Dewey began to explain the gist of it to everyone. "Zack, you'll be doing rhythm. It's gonna go a little something like this," said Dewey, playing the rhythm slowly, so Zack could pick up on it.
"Check," said Zack with a grin.
"Good. Katie, give me an A chord." Katie gave him an A. "Keep it going," Dewey replied skeptically. "Second thought try the G—wait, stay with the A," Dewey said motioning a cut signal with his hand.
"Freddy... give me a... boom boom ba-boom CRASH, between high hat and snare, squeeze in a little bass too."
Freddy Demonstrated.
"Awesomeness," said Dewey licking his lips.
He went over a few more parts, and returned to the front of the band. "Okay people," Dewey said holding his hands out. "Let's try this all together now. I will need the lovely Marta Tomika and Alicia to sit this one out."
The Vocalists knew the drill and went into the Kitchen; it could take hours before their song was Dewey-fied.
"And let's run through," Dewey said pointed to the Drummer. "Freddy, count off."
Freddy was staring into space, well–at Katie, Actually. "Freddy?"
"...So beautiful..." Freddy thought to himself.
"METALLICA!" Michelle yelled.
"WHERE?" Freddy yelled jumping out of his seat, crashing the cymbal, and looking around energetically.
"As I was saying..." Dewey began. "Fred-ster, count us off".
"Right," Freddy said poising into position, opening his sticks to crash them together on his count.
Katie was smiling uncontrollably from the kiss, even if it was little, and that Freddy was staring at her. Gazing, actually. Katie woke up at the first crash of the sticks. "One, two, one two three four."
30 seconds into the song, Dewey stopped them by violently sticking his arms out. "Tasty," Dewey said making rather odd facial expressions. "VERY Tasty." He continued. "Frankie, go get the back-ups".
"Check," Frankie said strolling into the Kitchen. When he got there, Alicia and Marta were apparently apologizing to Tomika.
"What's going on guys?" Frankie began. "You're on."
"Tomika thinks we called her fat," Alicia said sounding pissed. "BUT WE DIDN'T."
"What did you say?"
"'You're definitely the next Aretha Franklin.'"
Frankie rolled his eyes at Tomika's stupidity for thinking that was an insult. "Forgive and Forget, or just leave the band now."
"C'mon Finn who is it?" Freddy asked impatiently.
"Keep your guitars on...sheesh..." Dewey said making faces at Freddy. "It's me," he finished with a serious face.
"I don't understand..." Marta replied.
"My parents are going to need my help in New Jersey for a week or so," Dewey said in an assuring voice. "I'll be back to rock though. They just need help moving their stuff in, they're moving from Florida".
"Well..." Summer began looking puzzled, giving her so-lost in-the-world look. "When are you leaving Dewey?" Summer asked, obviously upset.
"Sunday Night. I should be back on Saturday. But my parents are mushy people," Dewey said with odd hand motions. "So you never know."
"...So what are we gonna do for practices," Zack asked, sounding a little upset. He was thinking about when he walked out on his mom an hour ago. "I don't want to have to go a whole week without practicing with everyone."
"Well, I've been thinking, and here's what I got," Dewey said sitting down on the couch, throwing his arms out. "You can practice here, Ned said he wouldn't mind. But just make sure you put everything back and stuff. However, Ned is bringing Patty over for some [cough] business this week most likely, so it's going to be a little tough to work around." Giggles were heard from around the room. "Ah, kidding guys. Yeah, you can just practice here. My only worry is your parents, I don't know how they feel about you guys practicing here unsupervised." Dewey sounded a little too confident about it, but Freddy had an idea.
"...Well, we could practice at my house for a few days," Freddy offered willingly.
"Yeah, I mean I have 3 of my amps there," Katie said supporting Freddy's idea. "And we could take Lawrence's spares downstairs to the basement."
"As long as it's cool with the Mister and Missus," Dewey began. "Whatever you guys want to do is fine, as long as Ms Hathaway here keeps her phone on, you guys are good to go."
Everyone nodded or smiled in agreement. "You guys can warm up for a little bit," Dewey said standing up. "I need 15 minutes to sit down and not correct your mistakes."
Dewey got up and sat down at the kitchen table and put his head in his hands, trying to think about a way to get Ms. Mullins to let them play at the Evening of the Arts next month.
"Dewey?"
"Zack, what's going on?" Dewey asked.
"I have a little bit of a situation," Zack began.
"Hit me."
"My dad basically said it was cool to come over, and when Freddy Katie and I were leaving my house, my mom said I basically had to be back in a half hour. So I stuck it to her and left, and it's gonna be weird going back. What am I supposed to say?"
"Well, your dad is a pretty cool guy, why don't you call him and ask if you can spend the night. You look tired anyway." Dewey gave him the portable phone and Zack sat down at the square table, across from Dewey.
Zack dialed his dad's cell phone, and on the third ring he picked up.
"Hello?"
"Dad?"
"Hey Zack"
"I kind of stuck it to mom before I left because she basically told me I couldn't come to practice... is it okay if I stay the night with Dewey?"
"Sure," his dad began. "I'll drop off some clothes on my break."
"Okay, thanks dad"
"Don't worry about it... your mother is a little uptight, I'll try and talk to her".
"Thanks Dad, see ya later"
"Bye Zack"
Zack hung up the phone and smiled. "Thanks Dewey."
"To be honest," Dewey said with a grin. "The pleasure's all on this side of the table, I like when you guys sleep over. If you guys slept over here the rest of your lives I'm not sure if I'd mind at all."
Zack laughed. "I wouldn't bet on that."
"I would," Dewey replied, and rubbed Zack's head. Zack grinned. "Let's go back inside, I want to get going so you guys will have some solid material to work on next week."
"Alrite," Zack said contently. Life was good to him and he couldn't wait for the surprises ahead.
"Okay Ladies, gents, and punks of all ages," Dewey said clapping his hands together quickly. Zack stood with his guitar in a poised manner. "Let's throw something together now, so you guys can work on it the rest of the week. This way, I'll come back, be blown away but your musical abilities, and then we can all eat Pizza and Cake when I come back," There was an awkward silence. No one was too sure if Dewey was kidding around. "Comprendo?"
"Comprendo," the band replied unchorused.
"Good," Dewey rubbed his hands together. "What do you guys want to learn?"
"Metallica!" Freddy said suddenly, hitting the cymbal. Laughs were heard from around the room.
"Thank you Fredrick, for your spas-in-motion of the day," Dewey replied, answering Freddy's comment sarcastically. "Whatever you guys want to learn is fine with me. Just say the word."
"Metallica! Metallica! Metallica!" yelled Freddy, hitting the cymbal after every 'Metallica'.
"Alrite Freddy hold your ass!" came back Dewey, lovingly, putting up his hand in the drummer's direction. "NOW," Dewey said dropping his hand slowly. "Think really hard about this song, because this will be the song you'll be learning and perfecting for the next week."
"Actually... I have an idea, Dewey..." Came a little voice from the back.
Everyone turned around to the roadie with a notebook in hand, counting off cables.
"What's up Marco?"
"I think Gordon, Michelle, Eleni and I can put together a pretty cool light and effect show for Another Brick in the Wall, Part 2 by Pink Floyd."
Dewey nodded in approval. "What do you say guys?"
"I'm for it," Zack said raising his hand.
"Double that," Katie said picking a few chords at her bass.
"Okay," Lawrence replied politely.
"Hey, whatever you wanna do," Alicia said looking back at the band, mainly Freddy, who she was begging inside would agree to the song. Whenever Freddy didn't agree with something, everyone usually gave in to him because they were all tired of hearing him complain.
"I'm good," Freddy said leaning back onto the rim of the radiator; drum stick hanging loose in each hand.
"I'll do it," Tomika said shrugging, arms linked behind her back.
"Okay," Marta replied and smiled Cheerfully.
"Okay then," Dewey began, proud of his band. "Anyone here not know the song?" asked Dewey raising his hand, implying the action you should take if you don't know it. Everyone looked around, waiting for a hand to go up. Lawrence opened his mouth to talk.
"I know the main gist of it," Lawrence said peacefully. "I can play it though."
Dewey raised his eyebrows in concurrence, and the band began to grow a little impatient. Dewey noticed this. "Okay then guys, let's rock."
Everyone poised up a little more, and Dewey began to explain the gist of it to everyone. "Zack, you'll be doing rhythm. It's gonna go a little something like this," said Dewey, playing the rhythm slowly, so Zack could pick up on it.
"Check," said Zack with a grin.
"Good. Katie, give me an A chord." Katie gave him an A. "Keep it going," Dewey replied skeptically. "Second thought try the G—wait, stay with the A," Dewey said motioning a cut signal with his hand.
"Freddy... give me a... boom boom ba-boom CRASH, between high hat and snare, squeeze in a little bass too."
Freddy Demonstrated.
"Awesomeness," said Dewey licking his lips.
He went over a few more parts, and returned to the front of the band. "Okay people," Dewey said holding his hands out. "Let's try this all together now. I will need the lovely Marta Tomika and Alicia to sit this one out."
The Vocalists knew the drill and went into the Kitchen; it could take hours before their song was Dewey-fied.
"And let's run through," Dewey said pointed to the Drummer. "Freddy, count off."
Freddy was staring into space, well–at Katie, Actually. "Freddy?"
"...So beautiful..." Freddy thought to himself.
"METALLICA!" Michelle yelled.
"WHERE?" Freddy yelled jumping out of his seat, crashing the cymbal, and looking around energetically.
"As I was saying..." Dewey began. "Fred-ster, count us off".
"Right," Freddy said poising into position, opening his sticks to crash them together on his count.
Katie was smiling uncontrollably from the kiss, even if it was little, and that Freddy was staring at her. Gazing, actually. Katie woke up at the first crash of the sticks. "One, two, one two three four."
30 seconds into the song, Dewey stopped them by violently sticking his arms out. "Tasty," Dewey said making rather odd facial expressions. "VERY Tasty." He continued. "Frankie, go get the back-ups".
"Check," Frankie said strolling into the Kitchen. When he got there, Alicia and Marta were apparently apologizing to Tomika.
"What's going on guys?" Frankie began. "You're on."
"Tomika thinks we called her fat," Alicia said sounding pissed. "BUT WE DIDN'T."
"What did you say?"
"'You're definitely the next Aretha Franklin.'"
Frankie rolled his eyes at Tomika's stupidity for thinking that was an insult. "Forgive and Forget, or just leave the band now."