The plaque by the door read
Mr. Trohman
This is the place. Guitar class, room 3301.
"Hello?" I ask as me, Jaelyn and Melissa enter the room.
"Hi! What's your guys' names?" Mr. Trohman asks.
"(Y/N), Jaelyn and Melissa." I point to each person respectively.
"My pleasure to meet you." Mr. Trohman smiles and shakes each of our hands before motioning for us to go sit down.
Ding! Ding!
The ringing school bell signaled the beginning of class.
"Okay class! Welcome-" Mr. Trohman started, but was cut off by a girl in the front row.
"To The Black Parade?! Sorry..." Everyone's heads snapped up from whatever they were looking at before to now glaring at the girl with a mixture of many emotions.
"Another time, Another class." Mr. Trohman says calmly.
"Welcome to guitar class. Have any of you played a guitar before?"
About half the class raises their hands, including me. (If you haven't, now you have. I have a nice black acoustic one named Patrick)
"Great! That's more than last class!" Mr. Trohman exclaims.
"So today we are going to do something very important! We are going to the library to check out guitars!"
"But isn't the library for, you know, books?" A kid sitting around the middle of the sea of desks asks.
"Usually, yes, but here at Pop Punk High, things are different." Mr.Trohman explains as the walks towards the door to the classroom.
"Well? Shall we be off?"
~~~~~~~At The Library~~~~~~~
Oh boy, look at all the beautiful guitars. Electric and acoustic, all so lovely. Thoughts of your black acoustic sitting at home neatly in it's case comes to your mind. Might as well get an electric to shake it up, right? After some looking around a purple (M A N I A love 💜)
and black one and took it off the rack and plucked a couple chords. You felt it suit you so you bring it over to the check-out line.
~~~~~~~Hallway Outside Of Classroom~~~~~~~
"Okay class! You all have beautiful children, now let's go try them out." Mr. Trohman says happily as he unlocks the door and opens it. I walked in and nearly dropped my guitar in shock.
Ryan Ross was standing in the front of the classroom.
"R-Ryan R-Ross...?!" I yelped, a few clatters and music notes could be heard as a couple kids did drop their guitars.
"Yep, that's me." Ryan spoke and the class slowly filed into their seats with the stringed instruments. Mr. Trohman finally broke the silence, "I can see you all know my co-teacher, Mr. Ross. Can we give Mr. Ross a warm welcome?"
The entire class clapped and cheered.
~~~Le Time Skip While Amps And Such Are Set Up~~~
"Okay, you all ready to get started with your guitars?" Mr. Ross asked. The class murmured back "yes".
"Okay we're going to learn an acronym for remembering the order of the strings. Eddie ate dynamite. Good bye Eddie. Top string is low E, next is A, then D, then G, then B, and lastly high E. Let's give strumming them in order a try." Mr. Ross explained.
"Can I hear a low E?" Mr. Trohman asked while holding a guitar of his own. The low hum of the E chord is heard through the classroom.
~~~~Twang Twang~~~~
"That sounded great everybody!" Mr. Ross and Mr. Trohman said at the same time. "But unfortunately that's all the time we have today. Please set your guitars on the racks in the back of the class room before you leave." Mr. Trohman continued.
Ding! Ding!
Lunch time.
Authors Note.
Okay and couple things,
A) Sorry about the long delay on writing/posting.
B) My heart goes out to the 19 people killed and the over 50 people injured at the Ariana Grande concert earlier, concerts are supposed to be a fun and safe place where you can scream you favorite songs and connect with others with the same music taste. I know from experience that they are amazing and a place of belonging. People should not have to risk their lives to be apart of the energy of the crowd.
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