-Thank you for the reviews, this is the first time that I've ever broken 50!!! Anyways, this chapter is going to skip over the school day and recording session, because nothing important happens. Please don't get mad at me.-

Katie woke up in the morning and went to school. She was feeling a little nervous about her bass lesson in the afternoon. She was scared that maybe she wouldn't be able to learn it or something like that. Her fears made the school day seem to be extremely long, and yet when the final bell rang, she couldn't believe that school was over.

She walked outside and Dewey's van was waiting for her. Summer was already there, but she was the only one. Katie hopped in the back and said hello, then just sat there thinking. She was a little bit lost inside herself, so when she looked up she was surprised to see that everyone else was already there.

"Let's roll!" Dewey yelled and he floored it. Summer screamed and started yelling at Dewey, telling him to slow down. Everyone else laughed. That was typical Summer. The ride to the studio was uneventful, as was the actual time spent at the recording studio.

Katie played her bass just like she normally did. Which meant that she played in the same key for the whole time. The time slid by and when they were finally done recording Dewey took everyone home. As they neared Katie's house she said goodbye to everyone, clasped her bass firmly by the neck, and prepared to hop out of the van. Dewey pulled up in front of her house and she got out. She walked in and yelled to her mom.

"Mom! I need to go get my bass lesson at the music store!!!"

Her mom came out of the kitchen and walked with Katie out to the car. The ride to Sam Moss Guitars (a/n sorry if I said in the last chapter that she was going to a different place for her lesson, but I forgot if I did or not, so, yeah. Just humor me here.), the place where Katie was getting the lesson, was very short. Her mom dropped her in the parking lot and Katie walked in with her bass. They were ready for her in the back and she was taken back right away.

Her instructor's name was Jake. He looked like he was probably about twenty-one. He smiled and shook Katie's hand. She told him her problem and he grabbed a bass that was sitting in a corner. He showed her the notes one by one, and then had her play them back. She was able to get about half the notes that way. But she was having trouble with the other half.

Jake told her what the notes were, and she was able to get a few more. But she still had a lot to do. Katie tried over and over, but there were some notes that she just couldn't get. So Jake came and stood behind her, and he moved her fingers to the right places on the bass, and showed her which strings to strum.

She was getting it now that he was placing her hands in the right positions. She memorized the notes and played them back to Jake without faltering. It didn't sound like it flowed completely, but she still had a few days to practice. Jake wrote down the notes on a sheet of paper for her, just in case she forgot, and said goodbye.

Katie walked out into the main part of store. She checked out the window to see if her mom was there yet. She wasn't. So Katie walked around the store, checking all the cool stuff they had. There was one really cool guitar strap that she liked, but she didn't really need one.

She went to the guitar wall and scoped it out. They had a black Flying V bass and it was awesome. Katie wished that she could have one like that. They also had a lot that resembled what John Entwistle had had in his earlier days. Eventually she got bored of staring at guitars and checked again to see if her mom was there. She still wasn't.

Katie turned into an aisle and froze. Standing there was Summer. Her back was to Katie. Katie tried to run, but Summer turned around, spotted her, and started walking toward her. "Hey!" she said, "What are you doing her?" Katie tried to think up an answer, and fast.

"Um, you know, I was just checking out the guitars and all that stuff. And I was thinking, of maybe, um, you know, replacing my strings."

Summer seemed to buy it. But then Jake walked by, he was leaving, and on his way out he said, "Great lesson Katie!" Summer gaped at Katie. "Lesson?" she shouted. Katie hushed her and explained what had happened. And then she asked Summer, "What are you doing here anyway?"

"I'm here with Dewey, we're getting some guitar picks pressed with the School of Rock seal, so that we can hand them out during our gig on Friday. And some for handing out when we sign autographs at the record store when the album comes out. Which brings me to this: do you prefer a pick that says School of Rock or one that just has the logo? Or maybe both? Or we were thinking about putting School of Rock on one side, and a picture of someone in the band on the other side. What do you think?"

"Um, I guess I like the idea of the ones with the pictures. It sounds cool."

Just then Dewey turned into the aisle. Katie whispered fervently to Summer, "Don't tell Dewey, okay? You can't tell anyone about my lesson!" They quickly did a pinky swear and put on innocent faces as Dewey strode down the aisle.

There was a honk from the parking lot and Katie glanced over her shoulder to see that her mom was there. She said hi to Dewey quickly and then ran out to the car.

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