Meanwhile, at Hero High's Gym, the combined mass of student body, school faculty, and parents cheered as they filled the stands, a most impressive scene on such short notice, but for the night before the big game between Hero High and Nintendo Tech (Ooc: will correct if wrong name), they had gathered for the much needed Pep Rally...organized by none other then Hero High's newest Music Teacher. The masses stood up as the lights suddenly dimmed down...and the spot lights fell down upon Professor D, his fiery red mane of hair formed into some sort of amped up hybrid of Little Richards poofed up hair and Elvis's spit-curl, tight purple leather pants, and purple biker boots, with glistening green shoulder pads, and braces on his forearms, looking like a rather flamboyant cast member from a Killraven musical. the only constant thing being his bizarre musical note goggles.
Grinning at the crowd, he raised a clenched fist...and suddenly the darkened gym exploded with life as a mix of cheerleaders, both male and female, both garbed in similar attire to him, formed behind him, while various members of band suddenly boomed deep with the familiar beginnings of Rock 'n' Roll...Part 1. A microphone appearing in hands, Professor Dee worked his magic, voice deepening a bit but was none the less rich with power and ...well, melody!
"Rock'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll, Rock'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll!"
The familiar chant was met willing and was taken up by not only his backup singers/dancers, but the crowd itself. As they kept the chorus, Dee went on, clearly working the crowd...and they welcomed every word.
"Can you still recall in the Jukebox Hall when the music played,
And the World span round to a brand new sound in those far off days,
In their blue suede shoes they would scream and shout
as they sang the blues let it all hang out...!"
And the World span round to a brand new sound in those far off days,
In their blue suede shoes they would scream and shout
as they sang the blues let it all hang out...!"
The crowd roared as their turn came back around, as Mel O. Dee just moved right along, leading his dancers through seemingly practiced choreography, still matching word after cried out word
"Rock'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll, Rock'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll
Rock'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll, Rock'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll!"
The round came back to the Professor, who always just loved the limelight
"Little Queen-ie bopped at the high school hop dancing to the beat
With her U.S. Male and her pony tail well she looked so sweet!"
Times are changing fast, but we won't forget though the age is passed we'll be rockin yeeeeeeeeeeeet!"
By that point, they were all his...every student, every teacher, every adult...and he just grinned and bared it at every single one of them, and they loved him for it. The song or his lyrics no longer mattered, and into the night, the familiar chant boomed even passed the walls of the gym, a faint mantra carrying off into the night sky, followed by an appropriate yet quieter musical beat...
"Rock'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll, Rock'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll,Rock'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll, Rock'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll,Rock'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll, Rock'n Roll Rock, Rock'n Roll......"
