Heavy Metal High School

Chapter 7

We left Tate there. When went along the rest of our day like nothing had happened except with a lot more confidence.

We all sat together at lunch like a typical group of teenagers. I felt normal for once.

“Sarah you were so level headed this morning, I thought you had like anger issues or something.” Peter said as he stuffed his ham sandwich in his mouth.

“I have been seeing this new therapist and she taught me how to like redirect anger. I guess technically I did it right.” Sarah said.

We all laughed for a minute.

Crash spoke up. “Hey, has anyone seen Tate?”

We all stood and sprint walked to under the bleachers. Tate was exactly where we left him.

“Oh crap. Sarah you killed him. SARAH HE'S DEAD DO SOMETHING.” Vince started to freak out.

Tate jumped up and screamed at us.

“It took balls to do what you did this morning. This isn't the end of this. You have a world of trouble coming.” He said as he winked at Sarah and walked out.

-Next Monday 1 month to talent show-

“Crash, dude it’s really not that hard. You're name is literally a verb. It’s that simple.” I half yelled.

“Oh…  I get it like something happening is a verb. You think they would teach us this stuff before the tenth grade.” He said finishing the work sheet.

“They did teach us before 10th grade. You were just busy dropping fire crackers in the school toilets.” I rebutted.

“Fair enough, I give you that one.”

The bell rang. Crash was an alright guy just hard to deal with in the common core setting. Crash had light brown hair always in a messy faux hawk. He always wore a white trash hiwiiaian shirt unbuttoned way to low, baggy camo pants, and combat boots, he was obviously not our front man. His gray eyes always looked like a storm. He really was a real wild child.

The bell rang and we all met in the lobby with our instruments, except for Crash who sat his kit up in our garage last night. My dad came and picked us all up and we headed to our first rehearsal as a band.

It was six o'clock before we ever got any of our stuff set up because none of us knew what we were doing so we all went in for dinner. My mom ordered KFC so everyone had enough to eat.

My dad got up to turn the tv on and an AD/DC concert from sometime in the mid 80s was on. He walked to the fridge to get something to drink screaming Thunderstruck at the top of his lungs. We all got a pretty good laugh when he cracked a few notes.

“That's a good one right there. You should start practice with that one.” My dad yelled over the music.

We went back out to the garage, I passed out the chords sheets, grabbed my bass, and it was on. As Peter started playing the riff to Thunderstruck

Crash came in on the ride cymbal, we all joined in on the yeah’s.

"Thunder…. Thunder…. Thunder…. Thunder…. "

Vince hit a sour note, I lost tempo, we were singing out of key, and before it could ever get good it fell apart. Crash played some riff on the drums and we all died laughing.