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Disclaimer: I don't own 'Master of Puppets' by Metallica. Or 'Toxic' by Britney Spears. THANK GOODNESS!
Chapter 7: - Shame on Freddy
A ticket stub from Battle of the Bands was stuck on the next page. Looking at it, Katie remembered an incident that had happened about a month before BOTB. Summer had organised band practice every weekend at ten, sharp. So Katie had gone to Freddy's house each weekend to get him up. But one Saturday...
FLASHBACK
'Good morning Katie!' Freddy's mum greeted her. 'Thank you so much for doing this.'
'Well, it's a tough job, but someone's got to,' Katie joked, and then started up the stairs of Freddy's house.
She carefully entered his room. He was fast asleep, as she'd known he would be. She walked carefully along one of the paths pushed though his stuff on the floor to his CD player. She turned it on and turned it up loud. 'Master of Puppets' blasted through the speakers. She turned to see if this had affected the little ball under the bed sheet that was Freddy. No movement. She sighed. He was worse than usual. She looked around the room for possible methods to wake him up. What to do... She'd soaked him in water before, pretended Summer was coming to wake him up, actually had Summer to come and wake him up, and even threatened to throw his set of bobbing head Osbournes out of his window. She was running out of ideas. Eventually she settled for a huge novelty index finger. She leaned over and started poking him with it.
'Freddy?' poke, 'It's 9:30.' poke poke, 'Time for practice.' poke poke poke
He responded by showing her his own finger. But it wasn't the index one.
'Whoa, who peed in your Cheerios?' Katie asked sarcastically. She put down the finger and began phase three.
She walked through another of the paths, turning off the CD player as she went, to the drum set in the corner. Freddy's prized drum set. She sat down and picked up the drumsticks.
'Freddy,' she said clearly.
He grunted.
'I'm going to practice...' she began.
He said something that sounded like 'Get lost,' but Katie wasn't sure.
'...on your drums.' She lifted the sticks high.
She saw the lump uncurl. Freddy sat up straight, eyes wide.
'Don't do it! Please don't! I'll do anything,' he cried.
She started bringing the drumsticks down, the wrong way round.
'But you'll hurt it...' Freddy trailed off, seeing Katie's evil grin. He leapt out of the bed, over most of the stacks of CDs and things on his floor and grabbed the sticks from her hands. He sighed. She smiled.
'Every time. Never fails.' She said. 'Now go get dressed.'
He picked up clothes from his dresser and almost crawled from the room, giving her the evils. Five minutes later, he returned, this time with his eyes open. Katie looked at him and gaped. He saw her staring.
'Um, Katie? I know I'm irresistible, but try to restrain yourself.'
'Did you get dropped on your head as a child, or just throw yourself on the floor, repeatedly?' she snapped back. 'Anyway, I was looking at your shirt. Want to explain yourself?'
He looked down,
'Argh!'
'Britney's 'In the Zone' tour.' Katie read. 'You've got to be kidding me.'
'I don't know how that got into my drawer.' Freddy gulped and took another shirt to change into. He turned around to leave.
'And it's signed! 'Dear Freddy. Hope my best fan enjoyed the show. And the one last night. Love Britney, smiley face.' Unbelievable.'
'Uh,' he mumbled, flushing pinkish-red, 'that was a long time ago. Before Battle of the Bands.'
'Oh, speaking of... Summer is going to be furious, it's ten already.' Katie gasped.
They grabbed their things and headed off as fast as they could. About three blocks away, Katie started singing,
'Taste of my lips, da dum dum dum...'
'Shut up, Katie.' He made a pleading face.
'Whatever, man. I'm not the one with the Britney concert shirt on.' She laughed.
He suddenly realised he'd forgotten to change.
'Argh!' he screamed (for the second time that day). 'Katie, how could you do this to me?'
He had to skateboard back as fast as he could while hiding the shirt and ignoring Katie's catcalls.
When they arrived, Summer scolded Freddy for making them start late, but the rest of the band were angrier at Katie for singing 'Toxic' throughout practice.
END FLASHBACK
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