Prologue:
"Now you guys, I know that I'm not that good," said a middle aged man with long brown hair and stubble on his chin. He was plump but somehow, he made it cool.
"But, Dewey, you are good," a boy not even half Dewey's age protested. Zack Mooneyham's shaggy brown hair fell just below his ears though his bang stopped just above his chocolate brown eye's which were now so full of sadness.
"I'm just not what to big companies are looking for."
"Dude: Rock isn't about getting an 'A'" Zack's best friend Freddy Jones said, using one of his favourite quotes. His blonde hair was spiked up and his brown eyes were missing their usual flair. "You of all people should know that."
"But I think that School of Rock can change the world." Dewey looked sad as he spoke. "I can teach music with Ned and maybe we'll start our own band for on the side. You guys can still use our studio to practice and I'll help you find someone to replace me."
His eyes were sincere as he looked at the 15 kids standing in front of him. They had all grown so much in the 3 ½ years that he had known them.
When Zack played classical guitar, it was to give his friends a laugh: he had forgotten how to play in a classical style completely.
Freddy was still Freddy but with a rock flare and though he still liked to burn stuff it was
not nearly as often as before. He had found something better to occupy his time with, drumming.
Bassist Katie Brown's long hair no longer flipped out but was straight to the tips. She could normally be found jamming on her bass while grounded or her old cello when she had done something bad enough that her parents had to ground her from her bass (except for band practice of course).
Dewey had indeed blown the classical music out of Larry Tsai's butt. He hardly ever wore his shirt tucked in and he didn't spend nearly as much time reading as he did before.
Backup singers Alicia Cummings, Marta Hale and Tomika Hannover had each gotten ten times better. Rock had consumed their lives though Tomika had now sung classic R&B at local clubs once in a while. She loved it but rock was her heart and soul.
Since the "groupies" were no longer needed as the band was named, the twins Michelle and Eleni Harris had joined Billy Hyde in the ever changing field of beautification. Each band member had needed three or four concert outfits and they were now working on a uniform for the crew.
Gordon Marshall and Marcus Green were both top students in their computer tech class. It was common knowledge that made all the schools slideshows and presentations. They were top notch roadies; able to do anything just in the nick of time.
Frankie Matthews and fellow security worker Leonard Murphy worked long any hard at their job. Dewey's old van now ran like a charm thanks to them while still keeping hold of its style. The grim reaper playing a flying v was still on the side but the back had a large School of Rock Crest on it.
No one denied it. Summer Hathaway had they hardest job of all. She had to make sure that they were all doing their jobs while organizing shows and managing finances. It was a heck of a job but Summer did it well. At band practice she could often be seen with her dark hair pulled back, scribbling things on a notepad while talking on the phone, occasionally giving glares at those who weren't doing what they were told.
All of the children looked up at Dewey Finn, the leader of their band, the lead vocalist and player of second guitar. He was a role model for them all. It was Dewey who had gotten them out of their "dumb daze" as Zack put it. It was Dewey who had taught them the way of Rock. Unconventional and long as the story is, it was one they would never forget.
It started on one fall morning when the children of Ms. Dunham's fifth grade class found out that their teacher had fell a broken a leg. The student's had later found out that she had been hit by a van. "It was a big ugly brown thing with a Grim Reaper playing a guitar on the side. It was most disgusting; I'm surprised it even ran." Ms. Dunham's students had smiled at this at looked around at each to find that they were all thinking the same thing. She pretended not to notice.
They were without a teacher for the morning but when the afternoon came they were in for a surprise. His name was Mr. Shneebly though he didn't know how to spell it. He simply told them to call him Mr. S after a failed attempt to write his name on the chalk board.
"I've got a hangover. Who knows what that means?" Those were his first words to the class after their Principal Miss Mullins left.
"Doesn't that mean you're drunk?" an eleven year old Frankie asked.
"No. It means I was drunk yesterday."
"It means your and alcoholic," Freddy said simply.
"Wrong," Dewey replied.
"You wouldn't come to work hung over unless you were an alcoholic. Dude you got a disease." Freddy said back.
And thus began a Horace Green legend.