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NEW JERSEY Smoke on the Water rang out all over Dewey Finn's apartment/School of Rock after School Program. It was a wet, end of spring day, as the band warmed up. In a corner were the Roadies, getting the effects ready for the upcoming gig in the city. The backs up singers were choreographing a new dance for Tangled, by Maroon 5. Security was testing new devices and the groupies were working on the lay out for the new School of Rock website, already they had used dozens of pieces of paper trying to draw a good layout. Dewey was in the kitchen fixing some drinks for everyone when all of the sudden he yelled at the top of his voice, "SUMMER! GET YOUR MANAGER ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Summer looked scared as hell; she cautiously made her way to the kitchen where Dewey was holding a piece of paper that had come in the mail.
"Summer, come 'ere, read this," an exited Dewey motioned for Summer to come closer. Nervous she took baby steps in getting closer to Dewey; finally, she snatched the sheet off paper and sat up on the counter reading it. For 5 minutes Summer read, and re-read the letter, all the while Dewey was staring at her expectantly.
"What do you think?" asked Dewey.
"Oh my gosh, that's great! We have to do it!" Summer jumped up, "THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER! OH MY GOD!!!" Summer danced a little jig with Dewey as they celebrated their success.
THE THOUGHTS OF GORDON INFANTE: Dad wasn't coming home tonight; I know that, Mom knows that, I also know that Dad wasn't ever coming home again. Mom denied it, saying he was working on a big deal to get us out of Jersey and into the City. I know that deep down, Mom was facing the reality that Dad had just gotten up and left. Left them for god damn dead. Mom couldn't get over it, she was way to optimistic. I had gotten over it though, damn the torpedoes! On with life! I couldn't go home after school anymore, Mom would pretend she hadn't been crying and lie about getting a phone call from Dad, it suited me fine, I went over to Marco's house, and at least his dad didn't walk out on the family. At least his family was in one piece. Fuck my family! I'll live with Marco! I can't though, I just can't leave Mom alone, and she'd crack up into many pieces and probably kill herself or something drastic like that. So I'm stuck with a dysfunctional family, great, I can't wait! When does the band go on tour again? END THE THOUGHTS OF GORDON INFANTE
Zack was jamming a solo as Katie tuned her bass when Summer burst in, all smiles,
"OK everyone! Quiet down, good news, quiet please... EVERY SHUT THE HELL UP! There, that's much better, I have some great news!"
The band was now all ears, great news, that didn't come every day. Dewey came in with cold sodas for everyone, humming as he did, "Go on Tinkerbell; do not let me deter you from your rousing speech!" Summer punched him on the shoulder. "As I was saying, this summer we have been invited to play a WORLD TOUR!" Before Summer could go on the band broke up into huge conversations, screams, and cheers, everyone immediately began talking about their plans. Minutes later everyone was quiet again, "But here's the deal. We have to raise $2,000 before we can go, this covers concert cost, and the company will pay for everything else." Everyone groaned, no one had anything close to even pooling up to $2,000.
"Great," Groaned Eleni.
Gordon sat in wonder, just we he had wished for, a chance to get away!
"We have to find out way's to make some money... Any ideas?" Summer asked the band.
"We could have a bake sale!!!" chirped Michelle. Summer frowned,
"A bake sale that raises $2,000? What are we gonna sell, Caviar?" Michelle's smile was bitch slapped off her face and she slouched down into her chair.
"A concert?" suggested Zack?
"We are playing one soon, it's non profit though, we can't get another one together quick enough," commented Summer.
Everyone shot out idea's, all were nixed by Summer with some clever way of finding a way out of them. Gordon was lost in thought, calculating in his mind, finally he raised his hand. Everyone was so busy chatting and screaming that no one saw him, after a while Gordon just put his hand down, to shy to even think about yelling to be heard.
THE THOUGHTS OF MARTA HALE Poor, poor, Gordon, he just rose his hand to suggest something, I saw him! Everyone was so busy arguing that no one noticed him, I feel horrible! After all he does for us, no one even notices him! That's so depressing! Maybe I'll tell Dewey after practice. END THE THOUGHTS OF MARTA HALE
The arguing went on for at least another half hour until everyone, fresh out of ideas, fell silent. Gordon slowly raised his hand.
"GORDON?? WHAT?? MAKE IT QUICK!" Summer snapped.
Gordon looked like he was about to cry, but he sucked in his courage and spoke, "I can record the band using my computer and some new software I got for my birthday, we can make professional CD's, sell some of them, then sign some of them and put them on EBAY or something."
There was an eerie silence through out the practice room. Dewey jumped up and grabbed Gordon,
"YOU ARE A GENIUS! Why didn't you say that earlier?" Dewey asked.
"Dewey, I'm in 8th grade, please, don't try and lift me up," Gordon quietly asked Dewey. Obliging, Dewey set Gordon down. He dusted himself off and told the band, "Meet tomorrow for recording, the CD's will be out on Monday at Record Place CD's, down the corner."
Everyone cheered! "YEAH, GORDON THE GENIUS!" Gordon walked home with the happiest feeling in his heart.
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"You're going WHERE?" Freddy Jones's Mom spat.
"A world tour this summer, calm down Mom, Dewey will be there to chaperon."
"No, no, and no, you can't go!"
"Why not? It's a WORLD TOUR Mom! That doesn't come around every day! You're just jealous! And ya know what? NEWS FLASH: you don't own me at all, bitch!" Freddy ran up the stairs to his room and slammed the door.
"Freddy Jones, you come back her now! Right now! We can... uh... work this out!" Veronica Jones called up the stairs.
But Freddy wasn't listening at all; he was on AOL instant messenger. The only person on from the band was Marta. Desperate he IM'd his cousin. BadAssDrummer: was ?
FlyingPixieGurl101: nm, u?
BadAssDrummer: parents wont let my go! :o
FlyingPixieGurl101: bummer, i havent told mine yet, lol
BadAssDrummer: dont!
FlyingPixieGurl101: lol, nother fight w/ the units?
BadAssDrummer: yea
FlyingPixieGurl101: suxs, u can come over if ya want. I'll call Zack and you guys can sleep at my house. My dads out o town & my mom wont care
BadAssDrummer: tight cuz! b right over! L8er
BadAssDrummer: signed off
Finally his cousin was good for something. He grabbed some clothes and shoved them in his back pack, heading out the door,
"Where do you think you're going mister?" Veronica Jones was sitting at the table, "We are grounded for bad language use," she was calm as can be sipping her tea. Freddy couldn't take it, "Man, do I want to curse so loud! Go do dad or something women!" Freddy stammered and slammed the screen door behind him, running the five blocks or so to Marta Hale's neat little two story house.
"Freddy, over here!" Marta called from the back porch. She was sitting on the back porch in a rocking chair; Zack was sitting next to her on another rocking chair. "What were they doing??" Freddy laughed inside himself.
"Thanks so much for letting me spend the night," Freddy hugged his cousin, she was helpful! Thought Freddy. They went inside and into Marta's room. She was just like a guy, easy to hang out with a fun, but always a girl inside. Her room wasn't painted but was covered with posters of her favorite actors, movies, bands. "OK, you guys are gonna sleep down the hall in my brothers old room, kay?" She pointed off, "But first, let's play some games," She smiled deviously.
"Oh no," said Freddy, backing away, "not THE game?"
"Yes, THE game, everyone, sit on my bed, we are gonna play a good old fashioned game of Truth or Dare!" She chirped. The door bell rung, it was Alicia; Marta had invited her over to play, the devil she was.
They sat on the floor, silent, watching, waiting for Marta to start the game
"Alicia, truth or dare?" Marta said, quietly.
"Hmm... Truth," Alicia said.
"Ok, who do you like?" Marta smiled triumphantly.
"Oh, you bitch, just wait until I get my hands on you!" Alicia smiled.
"Answer it!" Marta reminded Alicia of her duties.
"OK, Zack," she blushed and looked away.
"Zack, truth or dare?" Freddy asked Zack.
"Dare," Zack said.
"Ok, I dare you to kiss Alicia," Freddy smirked.
"Oh, no! No! NO! NO!!!!" Alicia yelled as Zack pecked her on the cheek. She shut up.
"Marta! TELL THE BOY'S TO GO TO BED!! Alicia, are you sleeping here tonight?" Mrs. Hale called from the kitchen.
"No, Ma'am, I'm leaving," Alicia gathered her sweat shirt and went out the door, "BYE MARTA! BYE ZACK, BYE FRED!" She yelled and hurried off down the street to her house.
"MARTA!! GOOO TOO BED!" Lisa Hale yelled from the kitchen.
"There is a computer in your room, get on aim!" Marta smiled and shoved the boys out of her room.
They boys went into their room, turned the light off, and got on AIM. (Not) surprisingly, Marta was on.
GuitarBite5: yo down the hall
FlyingPixieGurl101: hey r u pumped for the tour zack?
GuitarBite5: hell ya, cant wait!
AOL ADMINISTRATOR: automated message: mom says get off!
FlyingPixieGurl101: I hate that, ttyl
FlyingPixieGurl101 has logged off.
GuitarBite5 has logged off.
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"Gordon, Honey, I got a phone call from Dad! He say's he's almost got us into an apartment on Park Avenue!" Dia Infante smiled as her son, Gordon, walked through the back door. Dia was looking at pictures, her face streaked with the reminiscence of hot tears. Gordon put his laptop case on the table, kissed his mom, and went upstairs to his room. Gordon was really tired; he went to his desk and unlocked a drawer. Inside were a case of blank CD's and some costume jewel case paper. He counted the CD's: 98. He took off his shirt and took off his contacts; he pulled on an IPOD shirt and collapsed into bed in his jeans. His mind was filled with thoughts. Worst off all, Gordon, quiet little Gordon, was falling in love with singer Marta Hale. That's all he could think of, Marta- Marta- Marta! But he knew that she was in THE band so she was too good, for roadie Gordon. Gordon stopped In the middle of his thoughts.
Wow, He was really a pessimistic person! He laughed out loud. Him, falling for Marta? He must be high, Gordon bolted up, he had forgotten to do his homework for Monday. It was already Saturday! Worried and mad at himself he went to his desk and began scribbling out equations, how stupid of him to forget to do his homework on Friday! He never forgot! Oh well, he thought, I guess school isn't the only thing on my mind anymore.
He smiled and went back to equations... Happy with what HE was, not at all dissatisfied with himself. But all he could think about was Marta! On question 5 he put Marta as the answer!
"GORDO! GO TO BED, I AM, DON'T FORGET TO SHOWER TOMORROW!!" Dia laughed, went up to her room, sat down on the bed, and broke into a fit of tears. Eric Infante had called today, but only to say, he was mailing divorce papers and that she wasn't invited to his wedding but Gordon would be getting an invitation. She cursed him out and hung up on him, crying harder than ever. Gordon heard his mom sobbing but couldn't bring himself to go over and comfort her in her room. He went down to the kitchen, got a glass of water and his laptop, went up to his room, plugged in his charger for his laptop and fell into bed, forgetting to turn the light off.
xX... that's the end of next week! Check back next Sunday or Saturday! Hoped you liked this weeks edition! ...xX
NEW JERSEY Smoke on the Water rang out all over Dewey Finn's apartment/School of Rock after School Program. It was a wet, end of spring day, as the band warmed up. In a corner were the Roadies, getting the effects ready for the upcoming gig in the city. The backs up singers were choreographing a new dance for Tangled, by Maroon 5. Security was testing new devices and the groupies were working on the lay out for the new School of Rock website, already they had used dozens of pieces of paper trying to draw a good layout. Dewey was in the kitchen fixing some drinks for everyone when all of the sudden he yelled at the top of his voice, "SUMMER! GET YOUR MANAGER ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
Summer looked scared as hell; she cautiously made her way to the kitchen where Dewey was holding a piece of paper that had come in the mail.
"Summer, come 'ere, read this," an exited Dewey motioned for Summer to come closer. Nervous she took baby steps in getting closer to Dewey; finally, she snatched the sheet off paper and sat up on the counter reading it. For 5 minutes Summer read, and re-read the letter, all the while Dewey was staring at her expectantly.
"What do you think?" asked Dewey.
"Oh my gosh, that's great! We have to do it!" Summer jumped up, "THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER! OH MY GOD!!!" Summer danced a little jig with Dewey as they celebrated their success.
THE THOUGHTS OF GORDON INFANTE: Dad wasn't coming home tonight; I know that, Mom knows that, I also know that Dad wasn't ever coming home again. Mom denied it, saying he was working on a big deal to get us out of Jersey and into the City. I know that deep down, Mom was facing the reality that Dad had just gotten up and left. Left them for god damn dead. Mom couldn't get over it, she was way to optimistic. I had gotten over it though, damn the torpedoes! On with life! I couldn't go home after school anymore, Mom would pretend she hadn't been crying and lie about getting a phone call from Dad, it suited me fine, I went over to Marco's house, and at least his dad didn't walk out on the family. At least his family was in one piece. Fuck my family! I'll live with Marco! I can't though, I just can't leave Mom alone, and she'd crack up into many pieces and probably kill herself or something drastic like that. So I'm stuck with a dysfunctional family, great, I can't wait! When does the band go on tour again? END THE THOUGHTS OF GORDON INFANTE
Zack was jamming a solo as Katie tuned her bass when Summer burst in, all smiles,
"OK everyone! Quiet down, good news, quiet please... EVERY SHUT THE HELL UP! There, that's much better, I have some great news!"
The band was now all ears, great news, that didn't come every day. Dewey came in with cold sodas for everyone, humming as he did, "Go on Tinkerbell; do not let me deter you from your rousing speech!" Summer punched him on the shoulder. "As I was saying, this summer we have been invited to play a WORLD TOUR!" Before Summer could go on the band broke up into huge conversations, screams, and cheers, everyone immediately began talking about their plans. Minutes later everyone was quiet again, "But here's the deal. We have to raise $2,000 before we can go, this covers concert cost, and the company will pay for everything else." Everyone groaned, no one had anything close to even pooling up to $2,000.
"Great," Groaned Eleni.
Gordon sat in wonder, just we he had wished for, a chance to get away!
"We have to find out way's to make some money... Any ideas?" Summer asked the band.
"We could have a bake sale!!!" chirped Michelle. Summer frowned,
"A bake sale that raises $2,000? What are we gonna sell, Caviar?" Michelle's smile was bitch slapped off her face and she slouched down into her chair.
"A concert?" suggested Zack?
"We are playing one soon, it's non profit though, we can't get another one together quick enough," commented Summer.
Everyone shot out idea's, all were nixed by Summer with some clever way of finding a way out of them. Gordon was lost in thought, calculating in his mind, finally he raised his hand. Everyone was so busy chatting and screaming that no one saw him, after a while Gordon just put his hand down, to shy to even think about yelling to be heard.
THE THOUGHTS OF MARTA HALE Poor, poor, Gordon, he just rose his hand to suggest something, I saw him! Everyone was so busy arguing that no one noticed him, I feel horrible! After all he does for us, no one even notices him! That's so depressing! Maybe I'll tell Dewey after practice. END THE THOUGHTS OF MARTA HALE
The arguing went on for at least another half hour until everyone, fresh out of ideas, fell silent. Gordon slowly raised his hand.
"GORDON?? WHAT?? MAKE IT QUICK!" Summer snapped.
Gordon looked like he was about to cry, but he sucked in his courage and spoke, "I can record the band using my computer and some new software I got for my birthday, we can make professional CD's, sell some of them, then sign some of them and put them on EBAY or something."
There was an eerie silence through out the practice room. Dewey jumped up and grabbed Gordon,
"YOU ARE A GENIUS! Why didn't you say that earlier?" Dewey asked.
"Dewey, I'm in 8th grade, please, don't try and lift me up," Gordon quietly asked Dewey. Obliging, Dewey set Gordon down. He dusted himself off and told the band, "Meet tomorrow for recording, the CD's will be out on Monday at Record Place CD's, down the corner."
Everyone cheered! "YEAH, GORDON THE GENIUS!" Gordon walked home with the happiest feeling in his heart.
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"You're going WHERE?" Freddy Jones's Mom spat.
"A world tour this summer, calm down Mom, Dewey will be there to chaperon."
"No, no, and no, you can't go!"
"Why not? It's a WORLD TOUR Mom! That doesn't come around every day! You're just jealous! And ya know what? NEWS FLASH: you don't own me at all, bitch!" Freddy ran up the stairs to his room and slammed the door.
"Freddy Jones, you come back her now! Right now! We can... uh... work this out!" Veronica Jones called up the stairs.
But Freddy wasn't listening at all; he was on AOL instant messenger. The only person on from the band was Marta. Desperate he IM'd his cousin. BadAssDrummer: was ?
FlyingPixieGurl101: nm, u?
BadAssDrummer: parents wont let my go! :o
FlyingPixieGurl101: bummer, i havent told mine yet, lol
BadAssDrummer: dont!
FlyingPixieGurl101: lol, nother fight w/ the units?
BadAssDrummer: yea
FlyingPixieGurl101: suxs, u can come over if ya want. I'll call Zack and you guys can sleep at my house. My dads out o town & my mom wont care
BadAssDrummer: tight cuz! b right over! L8er
BadAssDrummer: signed off
Finally his cousin was good for something. He grabbed some clothes and shoved them in his back pack, heading out the door,
"Where do you think you're going mister?" Veronica Jones was sitting at the table, "We are grounded for bad language use," she was calm as can be sipping her tea. Freddy couldn't take it, "Man, do I want to curse so loud! Go do dad or something women!" Freddy stammered and slammed the screen door behind him, running the five blocks or so to Marta Hale's neat little two story house.
"Freddy, over here!" Marta called from the back porch. She was sitting on the back porch in a rocking chair; Zack was sitting next to her on another rocking chair. "What were they doing??" Freddy laughed inside himself.
"Thanks so much for letting me spend the night," Freddy hugged his cousin, she was helpful! Thought Freddy. They went inside and into Marta's room. She was just like a guy, easy to hang out with a fun, but always a girl inside. Her room wasn't painted but was covered with posters of her favorite actors, movies, bands. "OK, you guys are gonna sleep down the hall in my brothers old room, kay?" She pointed off, "But first, let's play some games," She smiled deviously.
"Oh no," said Freddy, backing away, "not THE game?"
"Yes, THE game, everyone, sit on my bed, we are gonna play a good old fashioned game of Truth or Dare!" She chirped. The door bell rung, it was Alicia; Marta had invited her over to play, the devil she was.
They sat on the floor, silent, watching, waiting for Marta to start the game
"Alicia, truth or dare?" Marta said, quietly.
"Hmm... Truth," Alicia said.
"Ok, who do you like?" Marta smiled triumphantly.
"Oh, you bitch, just wait until I get my hands on you!" Alicia smiled.
"Answer it!" Marta reminded Alicia of her duties.
"OK, Zack," she blushed and looked away.
"Zack, truth or dare?" Freddy asked Zack.
"Dare," Zack said.
"Ok, I dare you to kiss Alicia," Freddy smirked.
"Oh, no! No! NO! NO!!!!" Alicia yelled as Zack pecked her on the cheek. She shut up.
"Marta! TELL THE BOY'S TO GO TO BED!! Alicia, are you sleeping here tonight?" Mrs. Hale called from the kitchen.
"No, Ma'am, I'm leaving," Alicia gathered her sweat shirt and went out the door, "BYE MARTA! BYE ZACK, BYE FRED!" She yelled and hurried off down the street to her house.
"MARTA!! GOOO TOO BED!" Lisa Hale yelled from the kitchen.
"There is a computer in your room, get on aim!" Marta smiled and shoved the boys out of her room.
They boys went into their room, turned the light off, and got on AIM. (Not) surprisingly, Marta was on.
GuitarBite5: yo down the hall
FlyingPixieGurl101: hey r u pumped for the tour zack?
GuitarBite5: hell ya, cant wait!
AOL ADMINISTRATOR: automated message: mom says get off!
FlyingPixieGurl101: I hate that, ttyl
FlyingPixieGurl101 has logged off.
GuitarBite5 has logged off.
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"Gordon, Honey, I got a phone call from Dad! He say's he's almost got us into an apartment on Park Avenue!" Dia Infante smiled as her son, Gordon, walked through the back door. Dia was looking at pictures, her face streaked with the reminiscence of hot tears. Gordon put his laptop case on the table, kissed his mom, and went upstairs to his room. Gordon was really tired; he went to his desk and unlocked a drawer. Inside were a case of blank CD's and some costume jewel case paper. He counted the CD's: 98. He took off his shirt and took off his contacts; he pulled on an IPOD shirt and collapsed into bed in his jeans. His mind was filled with thoughts. Worst off all, Gordon, quiet little Gordon, was falling in love with singer Marta Hale. That's all he could think of, Marta- Marta- Marta! But he knew that she was in THE band so she was too good, for roadie Gordon. Gordon stopped In the middle of his thoughts.
Wow, He was really a pessimistic person! He laughed out loud. Him, falling for Marta? He must be high, Gordon bolted up, he had forgotten to do his homework for Monday. It was already Saturday! Worried and mad at himself he went to his desk and began scribbling out equations, how stupid of him to forget to do his homework on Friday! He never forgot! Oh well, he thought, I guess school isn't the only thing on my mind anymore.
He smiled and went back to equations... Happy with what HE was, not at all dissatisfied with himself. But all he could think about was Marta! On question 5 he put Marta as the answer!
"GORDO! GO TO BED, I AM, DON'T FORGET TO SHOWER TOMORROW!!" Dia laughed, went up to her room, sat down on the bed, and broke into a fit of tears. Eric Infante had called today, but only to say, he was mailing divorce papers and that she wasn't invited to his wedding but Gordon would be getting an invitation. She cursed him out and hung up on him, crying harder than ever. Gordon heard his mom sobbing but couldn't bring himself to go over and comfort her in her room. He went down to the kitchen, got a glass of water and his laptop, went up to his room, plugged in his charger for his laptop and fell into bed, forgetting to turn the light off.
xX... that's the end of next week! Check back next Sunday or Saturday! Hoped you liked this weeks edition! ...xX