Let Me Teach You A Thing Or Two

I hear the door slam and I look over at Ray, “Now that the love birds are out, what do you wanna do?”

“Let’s go to your room because I feel weird being in Mikey’s room when he isn’t here.”

“Mkay, sounds fine to me,” I agree as I stand up and shut off his CD player. I turn the tv off along with the 64. Gotta save energy and money, we aren’t rich. Once, that was done I head to my room where Ray is sitting in my computer chair reading a Rolling Stone Magazine I had laying around.

“Yo this blows there is nothing to do,” I whine.

“Well what is it that you want to do?” He asks, without even looking up from the magazine.

“Ugh, I don’t know man,” I sigh as I plop on my bed. I take a pillow and throw it at Ray. He looks over at me with a grin on his face.

“What the hell was that for dude,” He laughs.

“I’M BORED!” I exclaim throwing my arms in the air.

“I can see that, well I have to get going anyway,” Ray says as he gets up and walks to the door.

“Where are you going?” I ask.

“Jada invited me to hang out,” He explains as he leaves.

“Wow, I must be really boring then,” I mumble to myself.

I roll out of bed and crawl over to my computer chair. I climb into it and flip open my computer, type in my password then immediately open my itunes. Plug in my earbuds and listen to Blink-182, I pull open google chrome and go to twitter. I scroll down and retweet a few things, even this is boring. My eyes open wide when I see a retweet from one of many people I follow.

retweeted from letsgetweird
“I promise soon! RT @meandpenceyprep @penceyprep: When will a new song be coming out and touring?????”

Oh my god, they have a twitter!? I click on the twitter name to pull up a band twitter full of RT’s of questions from fans. Wow they seem really dedicated to their fans, that’s so awesome. I look over at their bio to see Mr. Iero’s twitter. My jaw drops and without thinking followed him to unfollow him. He can’t know that I know. I’ll make a fake twitter! I sign out of mine and write down my password and username on a sticky note so I don’t forget. It takes me awhile to think of a twitter name but I finally get an idea of one. I search up the band, follow them and Mr. Iero. I follow a ton of fans, and my first tweet reads.

“Can wait for the new @penceyprep song! Who else is with me?”

I get a few followers, retweets, and favs on just that one tweet. I go over to Mr. Iero’s twitter and read his bio.

“Singer/screamer. Guitarist of the band Pencey Prep. Hey I’m a cool guy let’s be friends.”

Wow I’m a stalker, maybe this was a bad idea. I shake my head and logout, write the username and password on a sticky note. I stick it under my desk so no one can find it. I sigh and facepalm myself before pulling out my sketchbook and drawing a weird spider thing.

-Lets pan over to see what Mr. Iero is doing.-

I whip out my computer to open garageband to record a few things. I see in the corner of my screen to see I have an email from the school. Not only an email but a notification that I have a new follower. I pull up a chair and open the email.

Dear Mr. Iero,

First of all hello! Welcome to the staff! My name is Liz McCormick, I am the drama teacher. The reason I am emailing you is because I need help with auditions. I realize you probably are a busy man but I have no one else who will help me with the music portions of the play. Please help me! The play is Peter Pan! If you could make an announcement to your class about it, it would mean the world! Reply when you can! Thank you.

- McCormick


Well she did ask nicely and it does seem she is desperate. I also love the movie Peter Pan, so I guess I can’t say no. I mean I could but I’d feel bad.

Dear Liz,

Thank you for the welcoming! I would love to help out! I absolutely love the movie Peter Pan. Also I will announce it to my class. When do auditions begin?

-Frank

I click send then close out of my email. Now back to what I planned on doing, I walk over to my guitar wall and pull one off the wall. I sit down and begin to jam out a new riff I came up with.
Once I finish my new project I open my email to see if I have gotten a response. Soon enough I see an email with all the details. I hope some of students actually participate, hopefully Patrick or Gerard. I sigh and spin around in my chair to look at my wall. I need another bass or maybe I’ll learn how to play the ukulele. Hm. I get up, stretch then run down stairs and grab my coat. I lock the door behind me and get in the car.

I drive down the street looking for a god damn parking spot in this bloody town. I swear Cranford, not an easy place to find parking. Soon enough I find a spot and walk up to a music store to see what they have to offer. I look at all their guitars but soon grab a ukulele. It’s really cute, its black but so small. I love it. I head over to the records to see Mikey Way in here.

“Hey Mikey!” I greet him. He turns around to see me and is flabbergasted.

“Uh… Hello, sir,” He replies.

“Whatcha in here for?” I ask, I wonder if he has the same taste in music.

“Uh, I originally came in here for bass cords but now I’m just looking for some Blink- 182 CDs. What about you?”

“Might be getting a ukulele and just looking at records.”

“Nice, well I better be going! Nice seeing you sir,” Mikey replies. I watch him pay for his stuff then leave. I turn and head to the back to look for some records.

“Frank!?” Someone shouts. Oh bother.

“Yes?” I ask as I turn around. It’s a girl standing there with two friends, maybe, who I have never seen before.

“Oh my god! We love your band! We actually just came here to get a CD! Will you sign it for me?” the girl rambles.

“Of course, here I’ll switch with you,” I tell her as I take her marker and CD. She takes the ukulele.

“What’s your name?”

“Emily,” she replies. I sign it and hand it back to her. She gives me back the ukulele.

“What are your names?” I ask the other two.

“I’m Eric,” he replies.
“Julia,” the other replies.

“So you guys like Pencey Prep?” I ask.

“Yes,” the girls reply.

“Duh!” Eric shouts.

“That’s rad. Well is there anything you two want me to sign?” I ask.

“Uh, my CD?” Julia asks.

“My record, please,” Eric replies.

“Records, yes. The best kind to have in my opinion,” I reply as I sign Julia’s CD. I gave the ukulele for Emily to hold while I sign it. I take Eric’s record and write ‘Eric, stay rad. Don’t stop listening to records. xo frnkiero’

“Thanks so much Frank!” They all say.

“Do you mind taking a picture?” Emily asks.

“No not at all,” I reply with a smile.

We all huddle together and take a selfie. Then they all wanted separate ones. Emily gave me a kiss on the cheek in her picture which got me giggling.

“Well it was nice meeting you guys! See you at a concert maybe?”

“YES WE WILL BE THERE!” Eric shouts as he walks away with his friends.

I laugh and pay for my stuff and head on home.

Notes

Wow I apologize about the wait. But here is a new chapter! Thanks for sticking around! School is on its way and I have summer work to do. I hate it! Well hope you enjoy!

-Liz (Song atm: Damnit Blink-182)