A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for the reviews, you have know clue how much it means to me. So here is Andre's chapter. Enjoy! R&R. Anyone that reviews will get a sneak peek at chapter 5 which is Beck's alternate reality and I have to say I think it is my best chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious cause if I did there would be a Bade spin off!

Andre

The gang slid into another reality. They were on a sidewalk. It was a bit chilly out, there were people everywhere, and there were Christmas décor all over the town.

"Hey it's me." Andre said pointing to a six year old version of himself.

"Awww Andre you were so cute as a kid." tori said causing Andre to blush a bit.

"Yes a very cute lad. So this is what Andre's life would be like if his Grandma wasn't crazy." Sikowitz said as he put his pen back into his front pocket.

Andre and his Grandma were walking down the street. Andre ran ahead of her to look into a store front. His face was pressed against the glass and his eyes were wide. "Grandma, Grandma! I know what I want for Christmas!"

"What's that Andre?"

"I want this keyboard."

"No honey a keyboard is a waste."

"No it's not I love music. I'm going to be a music player someday." Andre's eyes were so full of hope.

"they're called musicians and there is no future in music. You're going to be a doctor or a lawyer, you know something important."

Andre put his head down, all hopes shattered on his face.

There was a glitch and they slid. This time they were sitting in a bedroom.

An eleven year old Andre was sitting on his bed counting money. "49.00, I have just enough." Andre shoved all his money in his pocket and ran into the living room. "Grandma I'm going out I'll be back later." He gave her a kiss on the cheek and ran out the door.

He ran all the way into town, it wasn't that far just a few blocks. He didn't stop running until he was outside of the store. He stood outside the store catching his breath before he walked in. As soon as he walked in his eyes lit up with such wonder and excitement. He looked over every instrument they had, he wanted to make sure the keyboard was exactly what he wanted. Once he was sure the keyboard was for him he walked over to their selections of keyboards and looked to find the once he could afford.

Once he got home he couldn't go inside without his Grandma seeing it. Lucky for him they had a one lever house, so he walked over to his bedroom window, and opened it up and slid the keyboard inside. He ran in and laid his keyboard on his bed. He pressed a few keys and smiled, the sound was so beautiful.

He pulled a sheet of paper off his desk and sat if beside him on the bed. He never had any lessons on how to play but in school they went over the basics and that was enough for him. He started putting music to his lyrics, he was a natural at playing it.

He had spent an hour working on the music for his song. He was finally finished. He was certain that if his Grandma heard it she would love it, and be supportive of his love for music. He covered up the keyboard with his blandet.

"Grandma!" Andre yelled.

"Yes honey?" She said as she walked in his room.

"I want you to listen to something. Come sit on the bed." He patted the spot beside him.

She wiped her hands off on her apron and sat down. "Now what is it you want me to hear?"

He pulled his keyboard out from under his blanket.

She gave him a warning look but before she could say anything he spoke. "Wait, just listen."

He played his song and music flawlessly. He was so proud of himself. After he was done he waited for her to speak.

"That was a beautiful song honey."

Andre got the biggest smile on his face. "Really? So I can keep the keyboard and get lessons?"

"Honey, I still don't approve of your love for music, so no." And with that she took the keyboard and left the room.

Andre looked disappointed. "My Grandma always supported my love for music. I just don't understand."

Before anyone could say anything they slid again. They were at the same house, just standing outside.

Andre was standing outside of his house holding a piece of paper in his hand. He looked extremely nervous. He walked in and heard his Grandma in the kitchen. He walked in to talk to her.

"Hi honey how was your last day of middle school?"

"Really good actually."

"I can't believe you're going to be in high school next year. So what's that in your hand?"

He looked at the paper in his hands. "Well….um….I want to go to a different high school."

"A different high school?" She gave him a confused look.

"Yeah, it's kind of like a private school."

"I can't afford a tuition for a private school."

"I got full scholarship."

"What's the name of the school?"

He took a deep breathe. "Hollywood Arts Performing high school."

"Andre we went over this, there is no future in music."

"But Grandma they asked me to go to the school. They said I was fantastic on the keyboard."

"I said no Andre and that's final. Your dream of music is unrealistic." She said in a firm voice. She got up from the table and walked back over to the stove.

Andre ran to his room. He looked around at his keyboard and sheets of music. He started crying. He knew he was talented, the school told him he was talented, but his Grandma never thought so. That hurt the worst, all he wanted was for her to be proud of him. He sighed. "I guess if I want her to be proud of me I'm going to have to be a lawyer." He picked up his sheet music and threw them in the trash. He took his keyboard and walked outside with it and put it in the garbage can. He just threw his dreams away.

"I don't get it she was so excited about me getting in to Hollywood Arts, you know after she freaked out and realized it was me and put the baseball bat down."

"How long has your Grandma been crazy?" Beck asked out of curiosity.

"Since before I was born. I mean she wasn't always as bad as she is now. She didn't get that bad until around the time I started high school."

This time the gang slid into the future. They were in a living room. It was a nice size, it was very organized and contemporary.

An older man walked into the living room looking through some mail. He looked to be in his mid-forties, he was tall, in shape, had very short hair, and was wearing a business suit.

"Holy chiz, it that me?" Andre asked.

"Yep, that is you in the future." Sikowitz said taking a drink from his coconut.

A woman walked in and greeted Andre with a kiss on the cheek. She was tall for a woman maybe about four inches shorter than him. She was beautiful. She had shoulder length straight brown hair, and very slender body.

"Hi honey, how was work?" She asked

"It was good but that damn Lawson case is racking my brain."

"You'll figure it out. You are one of the best lawyers in Maryland."

"Thanks dear." He kissed her temple. She walked up stairs

A moment later a young boy maybe around thirteen came in the front door. He looked so excited.

Andre looked up from his mail again. "Hey sport, how was school?"

"It was good. Hey dad I know what I want for my birthday." He got even more excited.

"And what's that son?"

"I want a keyboard. You know I love music. I want to be a musician when I get older."

"Carter we went over this, there is no future in music. It's a waste of time. You are going to focus on the important classes in school and get into Princeton. That's where your old man went"

"I know but dad-" The poor boy was interrupted.

"I said no and that's final."

Andre saw the shattered dream on his alternate reality son's face. Carter's face mirrored his as a child in that reality.

"No I will NOT be like that with my son. I will support him no matter what he wants to do in life," Andre was determined.

"Ok who's next…Beck!" Sikowitz said

He grabbed his pen and clicked the button.