Chapter 12 – Another One

DISCLAIMER – I don't own any of the School of Rock characters (I wouldn't mind owning Kevin Clark or Joey Gaydos Jr. though.)

A. N. – Couldn't think of a song for this one.

"Is everybody here?" Summer asked, "Okay you guys should start practicing. Wait, where's Dewey?"

"Over here." Dewey said as he was walking out of his 'room', "Hey, everybody listen up, I have something extremely important to say."

Everybody looked up as Dewey was talking.

"I'm leaving the band."

"What?!?!?" everyone in the room exclaimed.

"Yeah. There's this school in Canada that needs a music teacher and I accepted the job."

"You're not even qualified to teach."

"That's what you think." Dewey replied with a mischievous smile.

"Huh?" Freddy reacted.

"I've been taking up night courses at the local college, I was thinking of applying at Horace Green. I already have a degree in education."

"How come you never told us? We are your band after all." Zack asked him.

"Well...because you might think that we need to practice less so I could study or whatever." he looked around waiting for someone to speak, no one did. "If there aren't any objections, I'll go through with this I guess. I leave next week."

"Why don't you just teach at Horace Green?" Alicia pleaded.

"Cause they're not looking for teachers right now."

"I don't feel like practicing anymore." Freddy announced.

"Me neither..." everyone else mumbled.

They all trudged out of the apartment, frowns on their faces. Dewey looked really guilty and sad, he was wiping away tears as the band and crew were leaving.

Zack, Freddy and Rachael went to a near-by fast food joint. They all got some food and sat down on one of the tables.

"Well this sucks." Freddy said in between bites.

"Yeah I know. He the second one in six months." Zack agreed.

"So this means we have to get a new vocalist and rhythm guitarist?"

"Yeah, of course." they both answered unsynchronized.

"I think I know someone who can do that..."

"Really? Who?" Freddy asked, obviously curious.

"You'll find out tomorrow. Come to my house after school okay? I gotta go see ya."

The following day...

BUZZ

"That's the doorbell. I'll get it." Rachael said to her friend. She walked to the door and opened it; it was Freddy and Zack, still in uniform. Rachael burst out laughing when she saw them, this was the first time she saw them in uniform. "You look awful!"

"Stop rubbing it in." Freddy mumbled.

"So where's the guy?" Zack asked.

"Not a guy," she contradicted, "a girl."

"That would be me." someone said from behind. In the living room, stood a tall, fairly thin girl with long black hair. She was wearing a white shirt, jeans and black chucks. "I'm Sasha."

"Hi, I'm Zack, lead guitar."

"Freddy, drums."

"Okay, now that we all know each other maybe you two can listen to her play?"

"Yeah sure, go 'head..."

They all walked into the living room where a 1976 Fender electric guitar was set up. Sasha walked over to it and swung the strap onto her shoulder. Then she started to play an amazing solo that left Freddy and Zack with eyes (and mouths) wide open, and Rachael with a smug smile.

"So what do you think?" Sasha asked looking at the two astounded guys.

"You're in." Zack said, half gasping.

"Definitely." Freddy agreed.

"Great. When do I get to meet the rest of the band?"

"Next week I guess. After Dewey leaves."

"Yeah, we'll ask Rachael to tell you."

"Okay. Well, if there's nothing else I need to do I'll go now. Bye." she said as she was packing up her guitar after which she was out the door.

A. N. – Sorry, I had to let Dewey go. Short one I know. R&R.