"Ladies and gents I present to you, myself, Rex Raze, on rhythm guitar Peter Peril, lead guitar Tate Temper, on keys Vince... uh Vicious, vocals, Sarah Scream, and on drums... Crash."
The audience went crazy.
I looked down and saw Mr King at the judges table whispering into one of the judges ear.
"And I've got something to say" I yelled into my mic drawing Mr Kings attention. "We may be outcasts but we don't deserve to be ignored, we won't be ignored!"
"We won't be stereotyped!" Peter yelled.
"We won't be labeled!" Sarah added.
"We won't be held to your standards!" Vince joined in.
"We won't be who you want us to be, we will be whatever we want." Tate screamed.
"And I'm going to keep blowing things up." Crash screamed hitting his drums to a beat, he must have read my mind, synchronise pyrotechnics going off as he did.
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"We're more than just outcasts! We've had enough and... and"
"WE'RE NOT GONNA TAKE IT!"
Everyone went crazy the song went on for four minutes but it felt like seconds.
We shouted the line one last time, as everyone got on their feet and applauded, screaming and shouting our names, the MC announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, outcasts-"
I cut him off.
"No, we. Are. REBELS!"
The rest of the night was a blur, I remember holding the first place trophy, I remember getting ice cream with everyone when it was over, I remember getting the phone call saying Mr King had a heart attack during our performance, and while he would be okay, he would have to take a medical early retirement.
I had accomplished everything I'd ever wanted, I'd made friends, made music, made myself who I am.
And it was all over.
I woke up the next morning in a daze and answered my ringing phone, it was Vince.
"What's next?"
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Heavy Metal High School
Fiksi RemajaA teenage boy who was always considered a dork fights common teen problems as he tries to start a 1980's style Hair Metal band with his friends.
