Chapter 2:

That week, everything went by in a blur. Krys became friends with all the band members and even helped Marta (or told her more like) keep her hair straight.

The first Friday of school had always been the first band practice of the school year. This was mainly because their parents wanted to get their children settled in to school before they got to carried away creating musical fusion. In many ways it was probably a good thing the parents forced this upon the band.

So instead of Krys's uncle Bret coming to pick her up as he normally did, she piled into a crowed brown van with a picture of a Grim Reaper playing a flying V on the side. And boy was it ever cramped.

There were seventeen people in a normally large van. It was so crowded that Krys had to sit on Zack's lap. Not that she minded; it felt nice with his arms around her waist. It was so welcoming, so unlike what Krys was used to.

Krys looked over at Katie and smiled. Zack had been right, they bonded well and both felt as if they had known each other forever. Katie was sitting on the lap of Freddy. She looked extraordinarily content with his arms, intertwined with hers around her body. They were laughing at something Freddy had said.

Krys had only known Katie a week, but it was perfectly clear to her (and everyone else) that Freddy and Katie liked each other. A lot.

She turned to Zack and whispered in his ear, "Why don't they ask each other out?"

Zack knew exactly what she was talking about. "I don't know about Katie, but Freddy is scared she'll say no."

"Is he blind?" Krys asked.

"Apparently."

It was a long drive. Actually it would have been a long drive if Dewey Finn hadn't been such a crazy driver.

Krys hadn't gotten to meet Dewey yet. In fact he didn't even know that she was in the van. "We want to surprise him," Len, one of the security members had told her. So when Dewey opened the back of the van and saw a brown eyed, brown haired girl staring at him, his first reaction was: "Who the hell are you?"

The band members chuckled. "This is Krys Moore. We want her to sing for us. She's in my music class," Freddy put forward. He turned to look at Krys. She had an expression of deep contemplation on her face as she studied Dewey.

"Oh my fucking God!" Krys said slowly. She then turned to Zack and said: "I have your hat."

Now this puzzled all the band members but Zack most of all. "Excuse me?" he asked her.

"A few years ago, my Uncle Bret took me to see Battle of the Bands and the last band that played was called School of Rock and at the end the lead guitarist, Zack, threw his top hat into the crowd and I was the one who caught it." By this point almost everyone was slack-jawed. "I knew the name sounded familiar and I had a strange fell I'd seen you all somewhere before."

"What the fuck?" was Freddy's response. Katie, Zack and Frankie followed suit with similar cuss words. Others like Marta and Alicia just stared. Tomika and Laurence had to sit down. Everyone was silent for a moment and then Zack broke the silence.

"That is just plain unbelievable. What did you think of us?"

"That other band that won had at least twenty years to perfect their craft. You guys played better than them at ten. I know people twice your age who don't play as well as you do. Oh and Zack, that song rocked. I can still sort of hear the tune in my head every once and a while."

At this the band smiled and they all headed up to Dewey's apartment to practice.

Krys was amazed by Dewey's apartment. Over the years, Dewey and Ned had pooled their money and bought the apartment beside them to turn in a studio for the after school music classes they ran together. It was there that the band held practice.

"All right, everybody to their Rock Positions!" Dewey yelled across the room once they had all gotten settled in.

Billy, Eleni, and Michelle went to their workstation which had sewing machines, a filing cabinet for designs and pictures, and a large closet for all the uniforms. Gordon and Marcus headed over to a desk with twin computers on it. Frankie and Marshall sat down at a very messy desk across from Summer's neat tidy workplace where she was looking for open mic. nights on the internet. The band went over the very large corner that was set aside for the band. Beside them was a curtain on which the other side Ned and Dewey held classes.

"You: sit. Watch. Duplicate," Dewey told Krys as he pointed to a couch and handed her a piece of paper with the lyrics to a song called Magic Man on it. He walked over to the rest off the band and said "Let's get rockin'!" As they played the first chords, Krys new that this was the same song that she heard four years previous.

"Baby we was making straight A's,

But we were stuck in a dumb daze.
Don't take much to memorize your lies.
I feel like I've been hypnotisized.
And then that magic man; he come to town.
Woo wee!
He done spun my head around.
He said, "Recess is in session.
Two and two make five."
And now baby, oh, I'm alive.
Oh yeah!
I'm alive

And if you want to be the teacher's pet,
Well baby you just better forget it.
Rock got no reason. Rock got no rhyme.
You better get me to school on time."

Then as he finished singing, Dewey broke into a ripping solo on his guitar. When he was done Tomika began belting it:

"Oh you know I was on an honour roll.
Got good grades and got no soul.
Raised my hand before I could speak my mind.
I been biting my tongue too many times."

Dewey and Tomika began singing back and forth to each other.

"And then that magic man said to obey"…..

"Uh-huh"
""Do what magic man do, not what magic man say.""

"Say what?"
"Now can I please have the attention of the class.
Today's assignment... a hem... kick some ass!

And if you want to be the teacher's pet,
Well baby you just better forget it.
Rock got no reason. Rock got no rhyme.
You better get me to school on time.

And if you want to be the teacher's pet,
Well baby you just better forget it.
Rock got no reason. Rock got no rhyme.
You better get me to school on time".

It became quite and soon made its way to up to beat again.


"This is my final exam.
Now you all know who I am .
I might not be that perfect son.
But ya'll be rockin' when I'm done."

Zack suddenly began ripping up on his guitar. When they stopped Krys had huge smile on her face.

"You like?" Dewey asked her.

"That was awesome! Even better than when I first saw it!"

"Well we are a lot older now," said Katie logically.

"That's beside the point," Dewey said. "I'm ready to see you rock 'n roll! Get over here!"

A little nervous, Krys got up and her and Dewey switched places. He was now sitting comfortably on the couch and Krys stood behind the microphone with the sheet of lyrics in her hands. Her friends behind her began to play and Krys got into The Mode. Then she began to sing.

The others stopped their tasks to watch Krys. Most of them had never heard her sing before. It was only a matter of seconds before she forgot that was auditioning. Her presence was as great as Dewey's. When she finished it was like she had just begun.

"I think we found our girl!" Dewey cried. "Do you accept this offer to serve the God of Rock and Stick it to the Man?"

"I am his humble servant forever more," she replied.

Everybody crowed around her and started screaming and cheering. As Krys jumped up and down with Katie she resisted the urge to attempt a back-handspring.