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Tuesdays.
Tuesdays did not rock. Not a single flipping aspect of a Tuesday was remotely good. You had 4 days left in the week (if you counted that miscreant of a day) and because you had attended school the previous day, you didn't have the excitement of seeing your friends for the first time in 2 days (that is, if you were antisocial, or simply hated people.)
They just sucked.
Having pre-algebra first period, also sucked. So one can say that school just sucks in general.
Rock, however, did not suck.
And the School of Rock, rocked.
Well, at least Zack thought so. But being the lead guitarist, he could be a little biased.
Zack strolled through the front doors of Fairfield Prep Middle School nodding his head to the Rhythm of The Great Rock and Roll Swindle. Shaking the cool fall air from his body, Zack removed his headphones entering into the world of pre-teen melodrama. Not that he was one to speak out against it. No, not at all. After all, he was a pre-teen himself and, no matter how hard he tried to rock, melodrama just flocks to pre-teens (such as himself.)
He waved at Michele, who looked like she was about to walk over to him, before he could be dragged into a rant about how Elani was currently the span of Satan. The two of them were best friends, but the type of best friends who constantly were fighting and God save the poor soul who got dragged in the middle of it.
After successfully bypassing doom (he pretended he saw someone and went to go "talk" to "them",) Zack opened his locker and took off his backpack.
"Crisis averted." Smirked a voice in his hear. Zack turned around smiling and laughed a little as he shook his head.
"Freddy, don't you know it's not nice to talk about people behind their backs?"
"Um, I was talking about them behind your back not theirs" Zack rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack, "Besides, you were thinking it, I just said it. Those two fight more than Chihuahua's."
Zack closed his locker and the two started off towards their first period class. "Yeah, but deep down they really love each other."
"Very, very deep down. Only viewable under a microscope." Freddy muttered under his breath slipping in the classroom in front of Zack. Zack clapped his arm around Freddy's shoulder.
"And that, my friend, is why you have no friends."
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Freddy scribbled furiously what, in ancient times, must have been a very primitive sort of hieroglyphic, to make it seem like he did his homework. Zack looked over to his right at Freddy and laughed.
"It's not funny!" Freddy cried exasperated. "I completely forgot!"
"You seem to forget a lot." Called a voice from above him. Freddy looked up into Summer's eyes.
"Pleasant morning to you too Officer Krupkee." Freddy growled. Summer rolled her eyes and sat in the desk in front of him. "Honestly Freddy, that doesn't even look like numbers!" Freddy stared blankly at her. "It's math for God's-sake! You know, the application of numbers to solve problems presented…"
"I know what math is Miss Know-it-all." Freddy shut his notebook and closed his eyes.
"Coulda fooled me."
"Ha. Ha."
"How is band business coming along Summer?" Zack interjected before the two could get into a heated snarkfest with each other. With Summer, there was no better way to get her back in a good mood than to talk about: her role as the band's manager, grades (as she would always be supremely smarter than you,) the band in general, or Johnny Depp.
"Dewey wants to have a show in two weeks, but I think we are ready for a higher level than the level he's talking about. Besides, it doesn't even pay that much and I mean what would be the point in playing if-"
"Hold up," Freddy sat upright, "Where exactly does he want us to play?"
Summer sighed and waved Freddy off, "Some where called the Foretop Underground. Even the name sounds-" Freddy sputtered loudly and Zack fell out of his seat. Literally.
"Foretop Underground?" Zack said sitting on the floor.
"The Foretop Underground?" Freddy grabbed Summer's shoulders. Summer looked at Freddy as if he was diseased.
"Yes Foretop Underground but-" Summer was cut off by Freddy shaking her violently and Zack jumping off the ground indignantly.
"Why did you say no!?!" Freddy cried.
"Are you mental?" Zack exclaimed.
"The Underground is big!"
"Not big- huge!"
"It's the best rock club within-"
"100 miles"
"And you said no?!"
"Are you stupid?"
"Are you the devil?"
"Do you want us to die?"
"Do you yourself want to die?"
"And Dewey went along with this?"
"Does HE want to die?"
"I can't believe you didn't consult us"
"I think I'm going to die!" Freddy said weakly, collapsing back in his seat. Zack laid down on the ground dejectedly.
"Freddy?" Zack raised a shaky hand up towards Freddy. Freddy grabbed his hand quickly and patted it gently.
"Yes my son?"
"Please shoot me, for I no longer wish to live."
"Seriously guys! It's not that serious!" Summer said fed up with the two boys.
"Not that serious?? Are YOU serious?" Freddy shook his head disappointedly. "Please Zack, tell her."
"Summer," Zack sat up and looked at her seriously. "The Foretop Underground is a huge club in the city where lots of bands get their start. They have periodic agent showcases where the best agents from NYC and LA and… wherever, come to hear little ole' bands like us play little ole' songs like School of Rock!!" Summer sat quietly in her seat looking down.
"How can that be too small for us? Huh Summer?" Freddy pointed an accusing finger at Summer. Summer knocked down his finger and smiled. "Smiling she is!" He looked bewilderedly at Zack, "How can she smile at a moment like this?!"
"Guys, I never said we turned the down offer." Now Freddy ended up on floor and Zack sprung into life grabbing Summer.
"You said yes?"
"I said we'd get back to them; that I had to talk to the band first." Freddy rolled on the floor happily, his legs failing joyously in the air. Zack sighed contently at this.
"Summer I could kiss you." Freddy stopped flailing and Summer looked at him like he was an alien. "But that would be really gross and awkward."
The three of them laughed. Summer turned around in her seat and Freddy went back to rolling on the ground. Since he was so happy (and dirty) no one bothered to stop him.
Zack sat back in his seat as the morning bell rang. Maybe Tuesdays weren't that bad after all.
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Math was a blur. And by blur what is really meant is a waste of 40 perfectly-good-potential-sleep-minutes. When in your entire span of being would you need to know how to calculate when a train from Seattle and a train from Denver collide assuming that the train from Seattle was going an average speed of 50 mph while the train from Denver was going an average of 65 mph. Seeing as Zack never planned on being on train leaving from neither Seattle nor Denver, he pondered this out loud as the bell rang.
"Well what if you were in the way when these two trains were about to collide. Wouldn't you want to know when you were going to die?" Summer asked snottily as she gathered her books and waited for Freddy and Zack to leave.
"Well assuming you were in the way bwhen/b the two trains were about to collide, I figure it wouldn't be that hard to miss." Freddy grabbed his books and pushed passed Summer. Zack followed closely behind him shaking his head.
"Oh don't scowl like that Summer, you know he's right. Besides, when we're rock stars we can hire people to do math for us." Freddy gave a holler of approval and did some sort of ritualistic cult-hand shake as they turned and left the classroom.
Summer shook her head in disapproval and made her way to the door muttering to herself, "formal education is lost on those two."
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"Hey Guys!" a distant voice called from somewhere behind Zack and Freddy.
"Did you hear something?" Zack asked looking around. Freddy laughed.
"Of course I heard something! It's hard not to hear anything in this over crowded lame excuse for a school who's idea-"
"No I meant, like someone calling to us" Zack tried to interrupt Freddy's tirade. Alas, it was no use and Zack should have known better than start with Freddy on this subject.
"-Cows! We are just cows being led to the slaughter! A bell rings; we sit down, get quiet and listen to the man feed us out of his trough of anarchism!"
"Wow two big words in one sentence-"
"Shut up! Listen to you! They've gotten to you too! It's the subliminal messaging that their feeding to the youth of America through MTV and E! True Hollywood Story."
"No one is brain washing me Freddy, it's just a well known fact that your vocabulary is limited."
"Oh really, my vocabulary is limited? Are you saying I'm stupid?" Freddy stopped in front of his locker and stared Zack down. Zack threw up his arms in defense.
"I meant no such thing." Freddy turned around satisfied at this. "It's just that, you normally stick to words like "a" or "the"." Zack burst out into laughter as Freddy threw out his arm wildly. Zack quickly ducked but Freddy's arm connected with something solid anyways.
"Owww!!!" The person cried out in agony. Freddy turned around guiltily and Zack stifled a laugh. Katie smacked Freddy as he looked at her blankly.
"I'm sorry who are you?" He asked, scratching his head. Zack straightened up and suppressed a smile. Katie rolled her eyes annoyed.
"Very funny Freddy, you're a regular Dane Cook."
Freddy scratched his head and looked to Zack for her help. "Do we know her? I don't recall her face…"
"Oh! She's the bass guitarist!" Zack snapped his finger and nodded knowingly at Freddy.
"Oh, that's right! Wow, I forgot we had one you know, since," Freddy smirked malevolently at her, "she never does anything except pout." Freddy pursed his lips and started to nod his head to an imaginary beat.
"Screw you man." Katie turned around and started to walk away when Freddy shot out a hand and grabbed her, bringing her into a half-nelson.
"Aw, we're just kidding! We find your kickin' bass line very…" Freddy searched for the right word.
"Kickin!" Zack interjected happily.
"Yes! Thank you my brother! Very kickin' for the band!" Zack and Freddy nodded to each other, very pleased with themselves for such an astute assessment.
"That was very heartfelt and touching you guys." Katie laughed as she wriggled her way out of Freddy's armpit. Zack turned to Katie and Freddy searched through his locker for his next books.
"Oo! Exciting news! We might play at the Foretop Underground in 2 weeks." Katie's face lit up with excitement.
"That's amazing! When did you find out?"
"Well Summer came in and was all, 'Dewey wants to play this show but it's not big enough for us blah blah blah' and we were like-"
"' So who is not worthy of our presence'" Freddy threw out as he rummaged through some old papers.
"And she was all 'Foreground… Forbore…'"
"Foreplay…"
"-thank you Freddy- 'Foretable… Foretop!'"
"And we were all 'foretop! Are you crazy! That's big!'"
"Not big huge!"
"Not huge… double huge… squared!"
"right… then we were like 'Why didn't you consult us? We're in the band too!' and then we yelled a lot, fell to the floor-"
"-Don't forget the death threats Zack!"
"-rolled around a bit, spoke incoherently-"
"THE DEATH THREATS ZACK! Don't forget the DEATH THREATS!"
"-Freddy made some death threats-"
"Particularly gruesome, thank you very much!" Katie nodded at Freddy's pointed spare.
"And then she was like, 'Chill dudes! I said maybe, that I had to check with the band first.'"
"And then Zack kissed her." Katie raised her eyebrows at this.
"Only not at ALL. He's delusional." Freddy made an obscene gesture at Zack and the two started fight. "But anyways," Zack continued once the two stopped, "Summer is now going to call and confirm us playing there in 2 weeks! Isn't that awesome?!"
"Absolutely spiffing I would say!" Freddy shut his locker with a cockney accent.
"That's great and all, but why didn't anyone consult me? I'm in the band too you know." Katie led the two down the hallway as the minute bell rang. Zack and Freddy stopped in front of their classroom looking highly confused. Zack raised his finger and looked curiously at Kaite.
"Wait. You're in the band?"
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