𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 - 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬

nine

"Lead guitar.....Zack Attack and emo girl, take a seat."

"On bass, Posh Spice."

"On keyboards, Mr. Cool."

"And on drums, Spazzy McGee."

"OK, Blondie, Brace Face, you're singing backup...All right, Tough Guy, Shortstop, Fancy Pants, get over here. You're on security detail. Make sure no one outside knows what we're doing. The band's future depends on you. OK, your first mission: Soundproofing this room. Get on it."

"Can I be the band stylist instead?" Billy asked,

"Of course, you can, Fancy Pants.....OK. Carrot Top, Roadrunner, Turkey Sub, we're gonna have a lot of equipment. We're talking amps, electric guitars, maybe even lasers, and smoke machines. Now, your job is to master the transportation and operation of this technology. Without a first-rate roadie crew, we'll never have a psychedelic show, and I can't live with that, OK! I'm counting on you. Get going. Go. All right."

Mr. S was going across the entire classroom picking out jobs for each of the teens, I don't know why he's relying on teenagers to do his work but we move.

"You three...groupies. And your job is simple. Just worship the band. You're gonna be making hats, you're gonna be making T-shirts, all kinds of merchandise, which leads me to your first assignment: Naming the band." He told Summer and two other girls.

"Yes!" One of the girls exclaimed.

"All right. Sit down. As for me, I will be singing lead vocal and shredding the guitar." The teacher said smugly.

"Wait. Isn't this a student project?" Y/n asked.

"What's your point?" Mr. S replied,

"Are you supposed to be in the band?" Another student asked.

"What, you want to get rid of me? Why, because I'm old? You hate teachers, is that what you're about? OK, well, teachers like to play too. And not only am I gonna play, but I'm also el capit no, and what I say goes. So put your hands over your hearts." He ordered.

"I pledge allegiance..."

"I pledge allegiance..."

"...to the band..."

"...to the band..."

"...of Mr. Schneebly."

"...of Mr. Schneebly."

"And will not fight..."

"And will not fight..."

"...for creative control."

"...for creative control."

"And will defer to him on all issues related to the musical direction of the band."

"And will defer to him...Direction...band"

"Let's get rocking!" Mr. S boomed.

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"All right, look alive. Listen up. First thing you do when you start a band..." Mr. S began to speak but was automatically cut off by Summer.

"Mr. Schneebly, before we start, shouldn't I first take attendance?" She asked.

"OK, fine." He groaned.

"OK. Now. Michelle?"

"Here."