Dream On

Sam tapped her pencil to the beat of the song that was playing in her head. Homework was such a drag! This Spanish project was nowhere as interesting as the song. She looked longingly over at her guitar. "No!" she said to herself, "You're going to do your project before your music for once in your life!" She settled back down in her scruffy old desk-chair and began writing again. Her foot was tapping. "Argh! I give up! Just fifteen minutes to clear my head. Yeah. Just fifteen minutes…"

Ten o'clock Thursday morning. "Samantha Tyler! Can you please explain to me why I don't have your Spanish Project on my desk!?" Oh boy. Mrs Garcia's vein is twitching, bad sign. She's beyond ticked! "Gee ma'am, I'm really sorry, but I was up…uh…studying for midterms." Excuses were definitely not her strong point, but it's not like she could just stand up in the middle of class and say 'Sorry ma'am, I was to busy having a jam session on my guitar to give a flying rat's shalala about the Spanish project' No. That would just be stupid. Almost as stupid as not doing her fricking Spanish project! The Garcianator crossed her arms, vein pumping at extreme head trauma capability…uh oh. "That does it young lady! Get out of my classroom and frog march down the principal! Now!" She could already hear the sniggers around the class. Great. Perfect way to start the day.

Sam sat on the old wooden bench outside the office and tried to ignore the huge clumps of bubblegum with tooth marks still in them. For the love of all things rock and roll, this was such a waste of time! She tilted her head back and closed her eyes against the harsh fluorescent lights. Might as well make the most of missing class…

"Ladies and gentlemen! Please, give it up for Avril Lavigne!" What is going on? I felt my fingers against my guitar and heard the deafening screams and shouts of thousands of adoring fans. "Unfortunately, our lead guitarist didn't make it tonight. But. In his place. We were lucky enough to get a special performance from the one, the only, Miss Samantha Tyleeeeeeeeeeeeer!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Wait…WHAT!?!? That's me! I'm the lead guitar? With Avril LAVIGNE? Some one pinch me! No wait, don't.

The crowd went wild. Avril was singing all the songs I knew off by heart and I was killing it!(If I do say so myself) The final song was my favorite, I was just a little nervous for the guitar solo at the end performed by…well who do you think? "Here it comes!" I mumbled.

Johnny the drummer leaned over his set and yelled to me, "You're on Sam! Rip it up!" I dived straight into the music. The beautiful cacophony thrilled me and spun me around with it. It filled everything and overflowed until it was all that mattered. The song ended and as I came crashing down on the last chord. I looked around and found myself on my knees and panting. The entire crowd was on their feet and chanting: "SAM! SAM! SAM! SAM!…."

"Sam! Sam! Samantha Tyler! Will you please get your eighth grade tush in my office pronto!" Sam jerked awake and jumped to the office door. Before she went in, she smiled to herself and said, "It could happen."