Classic Rock High School Au

Music Class

I've had some further interest in this book that I really appreciate, btw!

Frank Sinatra is going to be the music teacher. Don't ask why. He just is.

Plus I love Frank Sinatra. And so do Jim Morrison and Pete Townshend....

John Paul Jone's POV

"Get it together, people," Roger Waters shouts, "the teacher is about to come in at any moment!" Some of the other freshman scurry around to try to get it together. Poor Sting runs up to the string section to get to his giant double bass, but he trips in the process. Andy Mackay whirls around to get his oboe, but gets whacked in the nose by David Bowie in the process.

"I'm so sorry, Andy," David says to the Freshman.

Andy rubs his bruised nose and says, "It's fine." He picks up the oboe and sits down. David takes his saxophone right out of the case, and Peter Gabriel sits down with his flute.

Finally, the teacher walks in. "Good morning, class. I'm Mr. Sinatra." He enthuses. He waves to us all and then takes off his fedora. I come right up to him and I start, "Hey Mr. Sinatra! I'm John, I play piano!"

He proceeds to take off his coat and then tells me, "That's great son! Now sit down." Crushed, I turn right around and head for the piano.

However, Mr. Fancy Pants Tony Banks is already sitting there. "Sorry. You have to go play bass today."

I huff and head over to the string section. I really did want to play piano today...

I take my bass out and start to tune up. "Going electric, eh?" Sting jests.

"Going acoustic?" I respond. We both laugh as the teacher taps on the stand with his baton.

"Now, pull out your music," he says, "We will be preparing for a medley of classic show tunes. Now, everyone, get together." For a solid thirty seconds all I can hear is the shuffling of music and the random noises of instruments. Finally, it is ended by another tap of the baton.

However, David Bowie decides to show his annoyance toward the order by blaring his saxophone right in Mr. Sinatra's direction. The whole class erupts with laughter, expect for Mr. Sinatra.

"Mr. Bowie!" He exclaims. "That was most uncalled for! You will report to me after class, you hear?"

David reluctantly nods his head and sets down the saxophone. The teacher calls, finally, "Alright, class! Please get out your instruments to play!" The whole class gets right into playing formation, too unnerved to pull any of David's style of silliness. "One, two, ready..." however, he is interrupted by the accidental banging of a timpani.

"Roger, what even was that?" John Deacon asks his golden haired friend.

Taylor answers rather embarrassed, "It fell, okay!"

"Can we please start the piece, now!" Mr. Sinatra is clearly very annoyed. We all nod our heads though, and again he counts us in.

By some miracle, we all start playing together. I can't believe it! We actually sound pretty good.

It's things like this that remind me why I love music class...