I forgot to put a disclaimer on my last chapter so here it is-
Disclaimer: I do not own School of Rock etc.
Thanks for all the reviews and just so you know- yes they will eventually be brought together over the chapters, I just gotta think of ways of doing that. That was just the intro. I dunno how long this fic is gonna be. Maybe pretty long so it might take a while for the story to get together. I know I was pretty mean to the band but I thought it would be a 'different' story rather than the love stories. So yeah… enjoy!
Chapter 2.0
(A.N- I have no idea what a letter like this would say so yeah that's my best go at it)
To Mr Dewey Finn,
Since your recent trip to Las Vegas casinos on the 17th January2013 you are $15,000 in debt to us. This is your final warning. If you do not pay the money within 6 weeks we will have to take act in suing you for the money you owe us. If you do not have the money your punishment will be to work for our company until the debt is paid off or else you could even been sentenced to jail.
Yours sincerely,
Mary Hutchinson, Las Vegas Casinos Manager.
"Shit!" Dewey swore after he read the letter, "I'll never be able to get that much money by then. Ned can you lend me some money?"
"No Dewey. I'm already paying your share of the rent again. And if it wasn't for Patty visiting her parents I wouldn't even being doing that for you at the moment."
"Well what should I do then?" Dewey asked desperately.
"I dunno." Ned thought, "Why don't you get a job or sell your instruments or something?"
"How many times do I have to tell you Ned? I'm not selling my guitars!" Dewey told him, "And I can't get a job. I've tried and I can't. I can't even get in any bands any more. So there's no chance of me winning Battle of the Bands this year."
"No offence Dewey, but I think you might be getting a bit too old for that sort of thing now. And you haven't won Battle of the Bands for years even when the band was still together, so what makes you think you'll win this time?"
Dewey glared at him.
"OK then, I'm sorry. What about School of Rock? Why don't you get in touch with them and see if they'll do the show?"
"Nah I don't think so..." replied Dewey.
"What? Why not?" asked Ned.
"Well it's been a few years since they all graduated and the last time I rang them to see if they wanted to do a show they all said that I had ruined their life with rock."
"What?!" Ned was shocked.
"Well some of them are on drugs, others are homeless and most of the girls have become sluts." Dewey explained.
"Shit." Ned replied.
"Exactly," said Dewey, "So I think it actually was my fault."
"No it isn't. You didn't tell them what to do with their lives. Maybe you can try and contact them and see if anything has changed."
"I don't think so..."
"Come on. Not all of their lives must be screwed. I'm sure at least one of them has a normal life."
"Actually... now that you mention it, I don't think I ever ended up speaking to Tomika. Maybe she'll be able to help me."
"Yeah, OK well I got to go to work now Dewey, so see ya later"
"See ya man, and thanks"
"No problem." smiled Ned as he walked out the door.
Dewey sat down on the couch and reached over to the phone. He picked up his phone book and searched it for Tomika's number. He dialed it and waited.
"Hi. This is Tomika. I'm not here at the moment so please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can." Tomika's answering machine played.
"Hey Tomika, it's Dewey. Just wanted to catch up. Call me back as soon as ya can. See ya." said Dewey and hung up.
Meanwhile…"So Summer have you decided on whether you want to get out of here soon?" asked her psychiatrist.
"I should have been out of here months ago. I'm not insane. I'm just stressed. So please leave me alone while I try to memorise the debate that was due last semester."
"Summer, you aren't in college anymore. You're in a mental institution. But if you learn to control your emotions then you might be able to get out of here soon. Do you want to do that?" --- (A.N- Making this up too)
"I don't know why I've been put in here in the first place. Just because I wasn't sleeping and I was studying so that I could actually get good grades in my classes and I started hallucinating and then I nearly failed. A B?! That was clearly worth at least an A-! It's not my fault I was too busy doing my other 3 assignments and that happened to be the one with the least amount of information on it."
"This is what I'm talking about Summer. If you learn to balance everything in your life including sleep and recreational time instead of obsessing over your education then you could live a healthy, normal life. Do you understand? Don't you want to go back to your normal life?"
"What normal life? Do you mean the one where I was a band manager or the one where I studied and actually did something useful in my life?"
"That's what you have to figure out for yourself. I'll come back tomorrow so think about it."
Meanwhile…Zach lay on his bed staring at the ceiling wondering what the meaning of life was. "What is the point of living?" he asked himself. "We're just gonna die anyway so what is the point going through life just to feel pain and suffer? I wish I was dead. But I'm running out of ideas to kill myself. I've tried overdosing but that just didn't work. Sure I got really sick and went to hospital, but did I die? No. I'm cursed. I can't even kill myself when I want to. Like the other time I ran in front of a car. Did I get hit? Sure, but did I die? No. Once again I was put in hospital. The most I got was broken arms and legs. Big deal. I've even tried losing as much blood as possible. That's why I cut myself. But that didn't work either so now I just cut myself because it's one of the only things that makes me the slightest bit happy. Seeing all that blood just encourages me to try to commit suicide. Just want I want to do. At the thought of cutting himself, Zach reached over to his draws and opened them to reveal a small box. Inside that box was his pocketknife. He had got it for his 15th birthday but never found it much use since his dad never took him camping, that was until he had become a cutter of course. He flicked the knife open and ran it along his finger, making blood trickle out of the cut as he went. "Yep." Thought Zach. "As sharp as ever". Then he took the blade and slashed it down his arm. Blood flowed from the wound as Zach's eyes started to water. But he kept slicing his arms until he passed out from blood loss.
Meanwhile…Freddy woke up and rolled over to see a woman's face he didn't know lying in a bed that wasn't his. He couldn't remember anything he did the night before, though he was guessing that something must have happened between them since he was naked. He knew the reason for that would have been because he had been drunk and slightly stoned. He quickly searched the room to see if there was a used condom anywhere. Nope, none. "Oh well". He thought. "If she gets pregnant it's not my fault. She should be on the pill". He got dressed, walked into the kitchen, made himself some breakfast, stole some money that was left on the table and left before the lady woke up. He was used to this. He had been doing it for the last 2 years. He drove around in his bomby car listening to rock music nearly too loud for the car's speakers. He drove for a few blocks and parked his car on the side of the road.
Meanwhile…"Katie we need you to put on this g-string and come shoot an orgy." Said Katie's boss.
"I hate g-strings though," sulked Katie.
"Oh come on. You'll be taking it off in a few minutes." He told her.
"How many people am I gonna be working with this time?" she asked.
"Well just the one guy but with another 3 girls. Is that ok with you?"
"Yeah, sure thing." She answered as she put on the g-string and took off her shirt.
"Great!" Her boss smiled as he stared at her chest and Katie walked over to the bedroom set.
Meanwhile…After the band had broken up Lawrence had gotten into many street fights and lost. He decided to take up several martial arts including judo, karate, kung fu, tae kwon do and ju-jitsu. He had been studying these for 2 years now and had become one of the best martial artists in America. He entered tournaments and won them. Not long after that he was offered a high-paying job in the Chinese Mafia. He took it and started using the nickname Larry. His boss was a criminal and he was doing lots of illegal things but had never been in jail.
Meanwhile…"Come over here and sing for me!" an old guy shouted at Marta.
"Just wait!" she said as she started pole dancing while she sung.
The old guy stared at her "Is that all you're gonna do?"
"No." answered Marta as she started to strip.
"That's more like it," he said as she started dancing around him. He slapped her on the ass and felt her boobs she turned around and started rubbing up against him. He slipped a $10 note in her g-string and she went back to singing and dancing with her pole.
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That's only half of the 2nd chapter coz if I had put all of it, it would have been too long so I'll post more tomorrow or whatever. Please R&R or else I might not keep writing. Actually I probably will coz I have nothing better to do but please review anyway. Thanx!