Summer sighed as she sat at her desk. Technically she should have been happy. After years of trying she had finally been elected as the Mayoress of the city. So she should have been happy. But she wasn't. She was lonely. She had worked so hard for this that she had lost all of her real friends, especially the ones she had had during her entire schooling career. Her band. She had been the manager of School of Rock. Before Dewey Finn arrived at the school no one had talked to her, she was too preppy and too much of a goody two shoes. But then he had arrived. He was an impostor but he did them all a load of good. He improved their confidence and discovered the amazing musical talents of these ten year olds. He formed School of Rock. They had been together for years, before they had had that argument on one of their tours.

Her secretary brought in her mail and helped her open it as she always did.

"Here's one you might be interested in, madam."

"What is it, Hillary?"

"It's from an old friend of yours. He asks you to go to your old hangout tomorrow afternoon."

"Old hangout? Oh! The apartment! If this means what I think it does then I will have to take the day off tomorrow."

"You haven't taken one single day off in your whole career. Why are you doing it now?"

"Can I read that letter, please? I think he wants us to have a reunion. Yes! He does! Finally! I haven't seen all of my friends in years. Not since the fight."

"What was it about?"

"I don't actually know. I can't remember. It was a big fight over something completely trivial."

"They usually are. So the band broke up?"

"Yeah, nearly killed poor old Freddy. He had ADD and he got really depressed all the time. He got the rock bug before the rest of us did. Poor old Freddy, I wonder how he is."

"I am cancelling all of your appointments tomorrow because we need to get you ready to meet your old friends. I think a shopping trip is called for. You've been in boring black and grey suits for far too long. We need to see some colour on you for this. You're all about making a good impression, that's what half of politics is, now lets do it for your friends."

"But I'm too old to wear colour."

"Old? Miss Hathaway you are only twenty-nine. That is far from old. Tomorrow I will not be your secretary, tomorrow morning I will be your personal shopper."

When Summer knocked on the door of the apartment the next day, she looked down at herself. She was still in a suit but it was a green tweed one which looked fetching and showed off her figure in a way that her grey suits never did.

As she waited a woman came out of the lift at the end of the hall. She was tall and slender with long dark hair and a beautiful face. She was wearing a pretty summer dress and had a manner of walking that was familiar. Oh yes, she had seen her on the catwalk during fashion week.

The woman stopped next to her and also knocked on the door.

"Katie?"

"Yes? Summer?"

"I haven't seen you in years. How are you?"

"I'm great. And you?"

"Not too good at the moment."

"Madam President! Posh Spice!" a masculine voice called from the end of the hall.

Turning they say a blonde man who looked every inch a rocker.

"Spazzy McGee! How are you?"

"Never better, Madam President."

"It's Madam Mayoress to you. I haven't quite reached the White House yet. But I will."

The door opened and Dewey poked his head out.

"Summer, Katie, Freddy! Great you made it! Come in!"

The apartment hadn't changed since they had last seen it. In one of the sofas sat Zack. He hadn't changed much and also looked like a rocker.

"Hendrix!" they all shouted together.

"Hey dude and dudettes! How's it hangin'?"

"Not bad, my friend, not bad at all."

"How's this latest tour going? And how are Billy's fashions suiting you, Miss Katie? And congrats on winning the election, soon we'll have to call you Madam President and it will be your official title."

"How do you know so much about us?"

"I'm a radio DJ and news caster. Had to tell the people."

"Wait, you're a model now Katie? What happened to rocking out?"

"Oh, I still do sometimes. Billy is still trying to get me to wear the worst outfits I will consent to wear on the catwalk. They haven't improved much since he dressed us up when we were ten. Same style."

"And they are the hottest thing on that catwalk! I am underappreciated, especially by you, Miss Brown; my best model."

"Billy!"

"Fancy-Pants!"

"Hello. I thought you said you couldn't come, press conference or something?"

"No, Katie, that's tomorrow, and you're joining me."

"What?"

"Oh, yes. If I have to face those demons of the press then you do too. Come on, Katie, I need your support to face them. I'm not nearly as strong as my public image says I am."

"Ah, public image. We all have to adhere to that don't we? Summer's in politics, Katie's a model, Freddy's a drummer in the coolest band in the country, and Billy's a top fashion designer whose creations if I may say so, shocked the world at this years fashion week."

"And your radio show is the most popular one on the air, or so I've heard."

"We've all done pretty well for ourselves then haven't we?"