Pop Punk High

Mr. Urie

"Okay class! How are you all doing?" Mr. Urie asked, energetic as always.
Murmurs of "great" and "amazing" rippled through the class.
"Great to hear!" Mr. Urie smiled. "So, my name is Mr. Urie, if you haven't figured that out yet, and I'll be teaching you all," He pointed around the class room. "How to form a band, how to work as a band and most importantly, how to build a strong bond with your band that will last forever."

A kid in the far corner of the class raised his hand.
"If your question has anything to do it Ryan, Jon, Spencer, Brent or Dallon, then out your hand down." Mr. Urie practically growls the last word. The kid lowers his hand.

"So, who can tell me how bands sometimes meet each other?"

Ha! My answer will be amazing! I shoot my hand up and glance at Jaelyn and Melissa. They give me a look back. They know the plan.
"You. What's your name?" Mr. Urie says pointing at me.
" Y/N and my answer is; It was the summer of 2001..." Jaelyn and Melissa back me up by doing an imitation of Brendon's snort-laughs.

Mr. Urie laughs and the entire class goes off and starts to laugh. I feel accomplished.
"Okay, okay, class, please settle down." Mr. Urie says as he tries to regain control of the class. After a couple minutes everyone is paying attention again.
"Yes, Y/N, that is one way to start a band. But a lot of bands start with a group of friends out of high school or something. Similar to you guys. Does anyone know the most important thing about making a band work besides producing music people like?"

"Being able to work with your bandmates?" Some kid blurts out.
"Hands." Mr.Urie warns him. "But yes, that is correct. If you can't work with the people you see often, chances are, it will not work out."
Suddenly the loudspeaker makes a small click noise before Tyler Joesph's voice can be heard over it.

Can Brendon Urie please come to the office?

There was another click as it turned off.
"Oh come on!" Mr. Urie whines. "Okay class, while I go see what Principle Dun wants, you guys can form mock bands to be in for the rest of the school year. Minimum two people and maximum four." Mr. Urie says before walking out the door and closing it behind him.

The classroom immediately erupts into talking as everyone tries to get into 'bands'. But Jaelyn and Melissa lean in close to me.
"Well I think we already have our band." I laugh.

After about three minutes, everyone is in groups except for one person. The kid who was growled at by Mr. Urie for wanting to ask about the old Panic! guys.
"Hey guys. He has no group. We can take another person. Should we ask if he wants to join us?" I ask Jaelyn and Melissa.
"Sure!" They agree. We walk over to him.

"Hey, you look like you don't have a group. Want to join us?" Melissa asks him.
"Sure," He smiles gratefully. "My name's Vincent."

"Y/N, Jaelyn and I'm Melissa" introduces and points to the person she named respectively.

The classroom door opens and Mr. Urie walks inside. A smile is on his face.

"Okay class! I am back. Did you guys form bands?" Everyone nods in response.
"Great! I have a surprise for you all." He grins.
"Principle Dun thought that if I am teaching a band class, I should have more than one member present." Everyone leans on the edge of their seats. Does this mean...?

Dallon Weekes walks into the classroom and half the class falls out of their seats with excitement.
"Please welcome Mr. Weekes as your other teacher for band class." Mr. Urie smiles.
"And is everyone okay?"
People sit back in their chairs.

"Hello, students. I am Mr. Weekes and I'll be helping Mr. Urie here with class. Is everyone one in their 'bands' as I have been informed of?" Mr. Weekes asks.

The class nods.
"Okay, class is almost over. I hope you guys have quite great rest of your day. Your free to go, but don't leave the class till the bell rings." Mr. Urie dismisses the class before walking and sitting at the teacher desk and talking to Mr. Weekes.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The class walks out and me, Jaelyn and Melissa begin our journey to our next class;

Singing