Heavy Metal High School

Chapter 12

Two guitar players and a mediocre bassist isn't a band, but I wasn't going to give up my dream, the show had to go on.

I didn't say anything at school the next two days, Vince wouldn't talk to me so I had just given up, all I did was day dream for 8 hours, then meet Tate and Peter in my garage for an hour rehearsal. We were going to preform an instrumental version of Dust In The Wind. We had it perfected in half an hour.

"I'm really sorry man, I never should have been that way to you guys." Tate apologized.

"It's alright man, I guess they just weren't ever real friends." I said holding back tears.

"You know, I was pretty scared when you had that knife against my throat, thought you were about to destroy me."

"It was just one of those switchblade combs." We laughed and then there was some silence.

"Raze." Peter said out of no where.

"What?" I asked

"He thought you were gonna raze him. That's your stage name Rex Raze."

"Sweeeeet, and yours is Peter Peril."

We all laughed again.

-The day of the Talent Show-

I stood with my bass on my back side by side with Tate and Peter. We were last to go, not really a show stopper. Between the guy I'm convinced is a real magician and the girl whose stand-up routine made on of the judges wizz their pants, I'm not sure we could even come close to a bronze medal.

There was one group in front of us I'd never heard of, there were no names listed, just the group name, Outcasts.

"You guys ready, we come after the next group." Tate asked

I felt sick.

I ran to the bathroom, and threw up. Multiple different people came to check on me. Apparently the group before us didn't go yet because the show had been delayed by my vomiting, the stand up girl went back on and told some impromptu dad jokes.

"You alright in there?" I heard a familiar voice say.

"We have been really worried about you." said a second familiar voice.

"They must have replaced that toilet because I definitely set off a cherry bomb in it last week." said a third.

I walked out to see Vince, Sarah, and Crash all standing there, wearing all black suits.

"What do you guys want to do with me?" I shuttered.

"We want to apologize." Sara said "We have been real asses the past few days and we are sorry, were out casts, that's what we're all about, accepting people for who they are, and giving as many chances as someone needed, come play with us."

"Wow, that really means a lot you guys, but what could we possibly play, we are super out of practice."

"We can figure something out." Vince replied.

As we walked on the stage we still didn't know what we were going to play.

We got in our places.

The lights dimmed.

Three seconds of silence felt like eternity.

I leaned toward my microphone.