A/N: Glad everyone liked the last chapter! You know, I wasn't going to update tonight cause I have so much homework, but I had a really awful day and this just seems to make it a bit better. So, here you are! It's a bit shorter than usual, but I tried. Also, I've had soooo many requests for Rory's father to be Freddy, it's weird... this story wasn't originally going to be Freddy/Katie, in fact, I had something else planned. I'm going to stick to my original plan, but it's interesting, so hopefully those Freddy/Katie shippers out there won't hurt me *hides from tomatoes*. After this fic is over, if I get enough requests, I might try my hand at Freddy/Katie. We'll see.

Chapter Five: Substitute teacher time

Later that afternoon, all of the Band 8 members, plus Leah, ended up meeting down at the lake. The water, while a little cool due to the early summer, was a nice clear blue and the sun was shining brightly. The girls got there first and managed to find a large open place where they could lay down their beach towels. Carmen, Leah, Marissa, and Nikki lay down in that order and peeled off their bathing suit coverups. Carmen, the largest girl of the four (but not by much) was surprisingly the first to whip off her coverup. Underneath she wore an orange and yellow one-piece bathing suit that sort of faded into each other. Marissa, fearless as usual, was wearing black boy shorts and a red halter with a while skull on the back. Nikki had a green tankini on with black palm tree silhouettes. Leah, the prettiest of the four, wore a pale blue bikini which spelled out "LEAH" in bubbly silver letters across the bottom. After admiring each others' swimsuits, the four lay out on their towels.

"Time to perfect my tan," joked Carmen, who was as dark as ever.

"If anyone needs a tan, it's me," claimed Nikki, pinching her belly, "I'm as white as a polar bear."

At that moment they heard a long wolf whistle. Shading their eyes from the sun, they were able to make out the forms of three boys approaching them. When the boys got a bit closer, they saw that it was Jordan, Rory, and Aaron. It was, of course, Aaron that had whistled.

"Ladies!" he proclaimed. "Looking good!"

"Calm yourself, Stewart," Carmen told him.

Noticing Leah was on the end of the four, Aaron immediately claimed the spot next to her as his own. "How you doin'?" he asked smoothly.

"I'm all right," she replied.

Rory and Jordan lay out their towels next to Aaron, and the eight of them sat around talking for about a half an hour. After a while, the conversation turned to the name of their band.

"We've gotta change our name," Jordan said, "Band 8 is so uncool."

"That's for sure," agreed Nikki.

"Anybody got any ideas?" asked Carmen.

"How about... the Chick Magnets?" suggested Aaron, winking at Leah. She rolled her eyes. "Um, hello, notice that there are just as many girls in this band as guys, since I'm not in yours. You might want to reconsider," she said.

"All right... how about... Bright Side?" offered Jordan.

"Nah, too cheesy,"said Nikki.

"Pig Rectum?" said Marissa. Everyone raised their eyebrows at her. "I'm joking!" she added quickly, laughing.

"Eclipse," Rory said quietly. Nobody but Jordan heard him at first.

"What was that?" asked Jordan.

Going a little red, Rory repeated, "Eclipse." Smiles started to appear.

"I like that. It's mysterious, yet catchy," Marissa said.

"Wait - isn't there some other band called Eclipse?" wondered Leah.

"Who cares? It's not like we're putting out an album," reasoned Aaron.

"What does everybody say?" asked Nikki. Nods came from every direction. "All right! Eclipse it is!"

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The next morning dawned foggy and cooler than the previous two days. Nevertheless, the band members of Eclipse traipsed through the woods until they reached the staff lounge. Mr. Lemming wasn't there when they arrived, which they all thought to be a good thing. He was so lame, they didn't know how much more of it they could take.

They spent twenty minutes chatting and setting up, and then sat around waiting for Mr. Lemming to appear. Once an hour had rolled by without a sign of their director, Jordan decided to take charge.

"Okay, guys," he said. "This is the perfect time to try something that he probably won't let us do at all. Does everyone know 'Sunshine of your Love' by Cream?"

It appeared that everyone except Marissa did. Nikki assured her that it really was quite simple, and that after hearing them play a few bars of it, she'd surely recognize it. Marissa agreed to give it a try, warning them that if she didn't know it, she'd make up whatever came into her head. Laughing, Jordan counted them in.

After hearing only three bars of it, Marissa joined in. It appeared she did know it, if only vaguely. In the middle of the second chorus, the door opened and in walked... Ms. O'Keefe. The band broke off immediately.

"Where's Mr. Lemming?" asked Rory.

"Actually, Mr. Lemming came down with a horrible case of mono yesterday evening and will not be returning to Camp Rock," she paused expectantly, as if waiting for a loud chorus of groans. Silence. A little flustered, she continued. "So, that means we've had to find a replacement for him for the remainder of the month. Now, I know you all must be very disappointed," again a pause, and again, nothing, "but the man we've found really is quite satisfactory. He's a little older than Mr. Lemming, in his mid-fifties. But despite his age, he really knows what he's talking about, and he's very passionate about rock music. He works well with children, so I feel that he should be a marvelous substitute. In fact, he was actually part of one of the more popular bands before you were born - have any of you heard of 'School of Rock'?"

Not a flicker of recognition passed over their faces. "School of Rock? Kind of a lame name, isn't it? What were they, ten years old or something?" laughed Aaron.

"As a matter of fact, yes," Ms. O'Keefe told them. "They were marvelous - I myself got to hear them in concert one time. If you're lucky, maybe your new director will play you the CD that they recorded."

"So where is this guy, anyway?" Marissa wanted to know. He sure had caught the curiosity of every band member.

"He's just waiting outside... I told him I'd come in first and give him a proper introduction," she told them.

"Yeah, well, you've built him up to be really impressive, but we don't even know his name," reasoned Nikki.

"You new director will be -"

But Ms. O'Keefe was cut off by the door to the staff rec hall opening once more. In stepped a middle-aged man. He was large with brown hair that was just starting to turn gray. Despite the heat inside the staff lounge, he was wearing brown pants, a long-sleeved shirt, a bow tie, and a red scarf flung over his shoulders.

"Students!" he exclaimed. "I'm your new band directory, Dewey Finn."

A/N: I'm sure more than one of you saw that coming! But oh well. Now, thanks to my 14 reviewers... I love you guys!

Blondie0276: Two from you! Yay! Rory's father will have something to do with the story, but I won't tell you who he is till later. He's not Freddy, I'll say that, and maybe he isn't even a band member! You can guess all you want though...

flatfoot-92: You're welcome!

electricxrain: Ummm.... yes. I felt bad for Nikki too. But she'll be all right.

MoonlightPhoenix3: An Aaron/Carmen pairing is interesting... we'll see! :)

wyverna: Thanks!! Oh, and your Freddy question is answered above.

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Uurime: Dewey's right here! No SoR fic is complete without him, I think!

Jenny: Thanks! The xylophone, eh? Interesting... I like.

fanficgirll: Your Freddy/Katie question is answered above.

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