-I know that it's been forever since I updated. But school's been tough. I had to study for Chemistry and Algebra 2. I hate math more than I love The Who. Which is a lot. Well, I probably love The Who more than I hate Algebra 2, but you get what I mean. Anyways, I'll stop rambling. Here's the next chapter.-

Katie's Friday was typical, she went to school, went to Dewey's, and then went to the band's gig. The only thing that wasn't normal about it was the anxiety she felt. The band was laying down tracks all next week, so she had to have her solo finished by this weekend. It would be the only time she had to work on it.

The only other thing out of the ordinary was that Dewey announced that there would be no overdubbing during the weekend. All of that would be done on Thursday and Friday. Laying down an entire album in five days was going to be tough, but it had been done many, many times before. Dewey wanted this album to be as close to a classic rock album as it could be. He also wanted the band to play the song together, in the same recording studio, at the same time, with each other.

Dewey wanted this album to be pure. And that was going to make it tougher for Katie, because the pressure was definitely on. After the band finished their gig they went backstage. Summer congratulated them on a great show and everyone drank some water. They'd been offstage for only three minutes when they ran back onstage for an encore.

One of School of Rock's signatures was it's encores. They were always only one song, and always a cover of a great classic rock song. Tonight, they played Layla by Derek and the Dominoes, featuring Eric Clapton. Zack shredded his guitar, and even tried wind milling once. It hurt his fingernail like hell, and he decided that he was not ready to pull off Pete Townshendesque antics on stage...yet. Maybe in a couple years.

Katie's bass didn't really play a part, the song was all about the guitar. So when the song was over, she jumped down off the stage with the rest of the band and her mom drove her home. It was late already, and Katie was tired. She went to bed without working on her solo at all.

She slept in until eleven the next morning. When she did wake up, she ate some breakfast and watched the Olympics for a while. But Katie still had to finish her solo, and she had about ten notes to set down. So she went to her room and strummed her bass for awhile, writing down three notes. By that time, she was getting hungry, so she went downstairs.

Katie checked the clock and was surprised to find out that it was already six in the evening. The day had flown by. She only had one more day to get her solo down pat, and she had to get seven more notes written. She grabbed a quick bite to eat and ran back upstairs, where she wrote down three more notes before going to bed at midnight.

On Sunday morning Katie was up earlier. She worked on her bass and found that she had been struck with some kind of inspiration. She had only four more notes to write, and they were written within two hours. Katie was excited. She played her solo and thought that it sounded great. But then again, that was what she had thought last time. Last time had been a total disaster.

But before she could think of a way to find out if her solo was great or if it sucked, she had to go to church. She sat through the mass, trying to think about what was going on in church, but her mind kept wandering back to her solo. How was she going to get it so she could listen to it?

In the car on the way home from church, Katie got an idea. When she got home she raced up to her room and changed back into her normal clothes, then brought her bass and amp downstairs. She found her mom and asked her about the idea. Katie's mom disappeared for a moment, by reappeared with a video camera.

Katie played her solo while her mom filmed it. When the taping was done, Katie's mom transferred the tape to actual VHS. But it had gotten late, and before Katie could watch the tape, she had to eat dinner.

All through dinner she was anxious. This was it. If the solo wasn't good then there would be no solo. There wasn't any time to write a new ending. She could hardly eat, she was so agitated. But her mom made her. As soon as she finished her plate, Katie rushed to her den.

She picked the tape up off the floor and turned on the TV, switching it to the right channel. Katie put the tape in the VCR (her family still had one, even though they had a DVD player) and pushed play.

-Okay, please review!!! And I'd like to thank all the people who reviewed my other fic, Dewey's Letter. I don't know if all of you will be seeing this, but thanks! After I finish Thunderfingers, I will be putting out a new fic, I don't know if it will be a one-shot or not, but it's another one about Dewey. It's got a lot of the ideas that I wanted to use in Dewey's Letter but couldn't find a place for. And the concept for it is one that I was thinking about while I wrote Dewey's Letter. So look out for that when I finish this! REVIEW!!!!!-