Snippet #2366529

Running back and forth on stage had its moments. These were one of the good moments. The crowd was loud and pumped up, chanting and cheering his name. Girls threw their bras at him. Laughing he kept singing and playing his guitar, the bright lights almost blinding. Looking left and right he saw his bandmates. How awesome was it that they were on stage and famous? He'd look to the front row and at the end of the song, he'd throw his guitar down watching one girl catch it, almost passing out. Turning around quickly, he'd grab the guitar as if on cue was thrown to him. "Now this nex-" SLAM! Dylan jolted upright in his chair, his eyes bloodshot red from waking up.

The teacher glared at him, almost as if Dylan were a bug on the bottom of his shoe. "I suggest you pay attention Mr. Hale. I would HATE for you to have to stay for detention." Her voice bitter and cold, demanded close to his face. Wiping the drool off his face he'd nod quickly before looking at the clock. Couldn't let me sleep for 10 more minutes? Seriously? He'd shake his head as her form retreated to the front of the class once more. Looking down at his notebook, he saw the drawings he had done beforehand and smiled. Soon... it would be the end of school... at least for a bit.

He impatiently tapped his foot before messing with his snakebites. Come on.. RING already. He thought as he eyed the clock once more, closing the notebook, ready to dash out as soon as the bell rung. He was ready for the school day to be over.