The Kings, along with their honorary members, stepped through the gates of the high school, each weighed down by their backpacks and instruments. Uno adjusted the strap of his bag, his trusty sketchpad and song notebooks carefully tucked inside, alongside a spare suit and tie. He glanced at the group around him—Lance with his Hofner bass slung casually over his shoulder, Angelo’s drum pad sticking out of his bag, Matt balancing his keyboard case, and the others carrying rhythm guitars and more.
It wasn’t long before whispers started, turning into excited shrieks. “Is that The Kings?!” “Oh my god, it’s really them!”
Uno’s eyes widened. “Guys, run!” he yelled, his voice urgent but tinged with a laugh.
“Run where?” Angelo asked, already jogging as the group began to scatter.
“Anywhere but here!” shouted Denise, gripping her bag tightly as she kept pace with Uno.
Lance groaned, his bass bouncing awkwardly against his back. “This is like Beatlemania! I told you, Uno, we should’ve worn disguises.”
“Disguises? Like what? Clown wigs?” Matt replied, his voice sharp with sarcasm as he hoisted his keyboard case higher.
“Would’ve been better than this chaos!” Sherwin chimed in, his guitar case threatening to trip him as they rounded a corner.
Zoey, her hands clutching a notebook she’d been using to jot down song ideas, laughed breathlessly. “Why did we even agree to come back to high school? We’re practically celebrities now.”
“Because someone,” Olivia added, shooting a playful glare at Uno, “said we needed to finish our education no matter what.”
Uno grinned sheepishly, looking over his shoulder at the growing mob. “I still stand by that. Now keep running!”
“Where are we even going?” asked Dara, her bag bumping against her as she sprinted.
“The football pitch!” Jada called out, already ahead of them. “We can hide in the locker room!”
“Great idea!” Maury added, his voice carrying over the chaos as they dashed toward the field.
Once they reached the pitch, the group scrambled into the locker room, slamming the door shut behind them. They leaned against the walls, catching their breath, while the sound of distant fans echoed outside.
“Beatlemania,” Angelo muttered, sliding to the floor. “More like a zombie apocalypse.”
Kate laughed, setting her guitar down. “At least zombies don’t scream your name.”
Uno pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message. “I’m texting the principal. We’re not going to survive the day if this keeps up.”
“What are you saying?” Denise asked, leaning over his shoulder.
“I’m asking them to send substitute teachers to the briefing room at the stadium,” Uno replied, tapping send. “We can study there in peace.”
“Peace,” Lorenzo repeated with a laugh. “What a concept.”
As they waited for a response, Denise absentmindedly twirled her engagement ring around her finger. Uno noticed and smiled, nudging her gently. “You like playing with that, don’t you?”
“It’s pretty,” Denise replied softly. “And it reminds me of you.”
Uno leaned closer, his voice dropping. “I’m glad you said yes, you know. I couldn’t imagine it being anyone else.”
Denise blushed, her fingers still on the ring. “I couldn’t imagine it being anyone else either.”
Lance groaned loudly from across the room. “Can you two save the flirting for later? We’re still trapped here.”
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The Kings: A Band's Tale
RomanceStory about a band called The Kings. Most names are similar in previous stories, and this is non canon to the others.
