School of Rock: Chapter Twelve
by wiccawitchnikki
Chapter Twelve

Sorry this update has been so long coming. I’m very very very sorry. Oh well!

When everyone had regained a state of normalness, they met up at the gig. Ron and Cooper had replaced their costumes with their normal clothes, Hermione and Harry felt sick from over indulging in ice cream, Draco was well and truly creeped out, which Cinderella was finding hilarious, and Artemis was in a strangely good mood. Buffy and Spike looked like they had been dragged through a bush backwards (well the bush bit was correct) and Mia was her usual quiet self. They had met up outside the gig, which was being held in a huge, town hall like place. It was quite cold, and Spike and Buffy had arrived late, so a few members of the group were a little irritated.
“What took you so long?” Ron asked, shivering.
“Er…got stuck on a twig.” Buffy pulled some leaves out of her hair, blushing slightly.
They made their way inside, through a narrow door.
Once inside the crowded entrance, they were squished into a long line. It was packed, and no-one could move their arms.
A large doorman was at the head of the line, letting people in one at a time. It was Spike’s turn.
“Do you have any weapons of any kind on your person?” the doorman said in a deeply bored voice.
“Well only if you count the handgun in my right pocket, the two grenades in my left, three knives and machete in my boots and the shotgun up my sleeve,” Spike said.
There was a short pause, in which the doorman’s face turned sour.
“What?”
“Nope.” Spike decided it was best to behave himself.
The doorman stamped his hand with a permanent marker, and shoved him through the door.
The other nine students passed through the door without incident, deciding to ignore Spike’s example.
Once inside, Artemis took a minute to adjust to his surroundings. He had never been to a gig before, and wasn’t entirely ready for it. It was extremely hot, and very dark except for the flashing lights everywhere. The hall was packed full of people, but not the kind he was used to mixing with. A guy with loads of strange piercings pushed past him, sending him cascading into someone he could only describe as a child of the devil. He decided to follow the rest of the group, just to be on the safe side. Where was Butler when he needed him?

The lead singer of the band playing was making strange howling noises into the microphone. The drummer looked like someone had left a pinecone on his stool, and the guitarists were clearly on drugs of some kind. However, they were immensely popular amongst the crowd. The ‘song’ finished just as Artemis was wishing he had a pair of earmuffs.
“Hey dudes and dudettes of coolness.” The singer had stopped howling and was now slurring in a deep voice. He reminded Artemis of Shaggy from Scooby- Doo.
“Anyone wanna grab the mike for a sec?”
There were lots of screams, and several people scrambled onto the stage. Then a really fat guy jumped into the crowd, who seemed to love this, and surfed him right across the room and back to the stage again. Then the lead singer oft the band grabbed the microphone back and yelled for quiet.
“Er….do we have a ….School of Rock …in the audience?” He was squinting at a piece of paper in his hand. The hall was silent.
The ten students looked at each other.
“Ok dudes. Where are you? Get up here and play a song.”
“Schneebly.” Harry muttered. “I’m gonna kill him.”
“Guys, we might as well just do it.” Ron whispered.
“Yeah, or we could just leg it?”
“What, and you think they aren’t gonna see ten teenagers-“
“Er, I’m five hundred and sixty two.” Spike said.
“Well nine teenagers and a demented vampire all trying to get out at the same time?”
“Ron is right. We might as well just play the song.”
When everyone was agreed, Harry raised his hand.
“Er…’dude’? We are here. We are School of Rock.” They made their way to the stage, the crowd parting silently to let them through.
The band on stage took of their instruments and lolled off the stage, the lead guitarist pausing to tell Harry that if he damaged his guitar, he would disembowel him with a spoon. Harry swallowed and picked up the guitar. The microphone squeeked as Buffy lowered it, and Ron and Spike were at the side of the stage their hands in their pockets and confused expressions on their faces. Cooper had disappeared up some stairs to sort out the lighting, Cinderella and Mia were standing nervously behind two more microphones in the background, Artemis had a bass guitar hanging limply around his neck, Hermione was behind a keyboard, the stand of which was concealing her face, and Draco was seated behind a shiny drum kit. There was a short silence, then some yells from the crowd to get on with it. The other band counted them in.
The song went well overall, and the light show, which no-one had seen yet, was fantastic. Cooper had been working very hard on it. It seemed to go on for ever instead of four and a half short minutes. They went out of time half way through, but soon got back in sync. It was the first time they had played the whole song together without stopping. When they stopped, the crowd were cheering.
“You guys rock!” The other band had come back on and were patting School of Rock hard on the back.
“Thanks,” Harry wheezed, having being winded by the beefy guitarist.
There were also yells from the floor.
“Yeah! School of Rock!”
“Play some more!”
“School of Rock!”
“YOUR ROADIES SUCK!”
Ron and Spike, who had looked bored and thoroughly embarrassed throughout the song had done nothing but wave their arms droopily. Spike decided to fix this. He stomped on to the stage, raised his arms and yelled.
“Yeah! Thank you very much we are in town till Friday! We are the School of Rock!” He executed his display by leaping off the stage in a bold attempt to crowd surf.
Unfortunately, the crowd had decided that Spike was a moron, and parted so he hit the floor. There was a short silence, and then more cheering. Spike was left on the floor to be trampled.

The walk back to the School was a loud and happy one. Most of the students were drunk, having accepted drinks from all their new fans. Spike was extremely drunk, giving the excuse that alcohol numbed the pain.
“Hey guys?” Mia, at the head of the procession, was yelling, totally out of character.
“If we rocked that much at a small town gig, then just think what we can do at a huge concert!”
Mr Schneebly, who was watching the students from a window high above, smiled to himself. He’d done it again.


To be continued………
(look out for the bus driver and judges in the next chapter!)


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