My Made Coach, chapter 1
"This class is effin boring." I said resting my head on my desk.
"Yeah." Danny agreed.
"I'm looking for a Jordan Johnson." I heard a semi-familiar voice say. I looked up from my desk. There was a guy standing in the doorway.
Jeans, sneakers, a Green Day t-shirt, sunglasses, and a nametag that said 'Hello, My Name Is Asshole'. I take it he got that from the office and wrote asshole on it. I laughed quietly to myself.
"Jordan?" I rolled my eyes and put my stuff in my backpack. I stood up and walked to where he was standing.
"Follow me." I followed him into the hallway. He walked down to the band room with me trailing closely. Once we got inside, he sat down behind a drum set. He played random beats and it was great. He set the drumsticks down and took off his sunglasses.
"I'm your made coach, Tre Cool."
"No way, you're the drummer from Green Day."
"Yep."
"This day rocks."
"So, you want to be a drummer?"
"That's what I signed up for."
"Okay, sit down." I sat down right where I was standing, on the floor.
"I meant in a chair, but this works too." He ran to where I was and sat down across from me.
"So, um, do you have any musical experience at all?"
"Well, I play the piano, and yeah, that's it. I can play a couple songs on the guitar though."
"Wow. Why do you want to be made into a drummer?"
"Well, everyone thinks I'm really preppy and stuck up and that I can't do anything right, so I want to prove them wrong by doing this. And I want to prove to myself that I can do something right for a change."
"That's really cool. What songs can you play on the guitar, by the way?"
"Whatsername, Brain Stew, Wake Me Up When September Ends, a couple other Green Day songs, and some The Used songs."
"That's cool." I nodded.
"So, okay, we're gonna start with the basics."
"What would that be?"
"I'm gonna make you look like me."
"I don't have to have a Mohawk, do I?"
"I wasn't thinking that, but now, you might get one."
"You've got to be shitting me."
"Nope, come on. We're going shopping." He said enthusiastically.
"Okay." I followed him to his car and got in the passenger seat.
"Can you drive?" He asked me. I nodded.
"Just wondering."
"Right." I said looking out the window.
"So Jordan."
"You can call me JJ."
"Okay, so JJ, what are some of your favorite bands?"
"Green Day, Operation Ivy, Sum 41, The Used, Hawthorne Heights, My Chemical Romance, stuff like that."
"Cool, so, uh, for the next 9 weeks, we're going to make you a great drummer and then at the end, you are going to be auditioning for a band in California."
"California?"
"Yep, but there's a little bit of a downside."
"What's that?"
"For the last 5 weeks, you're going to have to live in California."
"Live there?"
"Yes."
"This fucking rocks." He smiled at me.
He pulled up to a store and we got out. We walked in and started looking at clothes.
"Will this fit you?" He asked. I looked at the tag.
"It's about two sizes too big."
"Well, it's the only one they have, so your gonna wear it and like it." I laughed and shook my head to myself. It was a 'The Ramones' t-shirt.
"I have this shirt." I said to him.
"You do?" I nodded.
"And it's the right size?"
"Yep, I just got it like two weeks ago."
"That rocks." He said taking the shirt out of my hands.
"How about this?" I made a face.
"If I have to."
"Well, you do."
About an hour later, we were done clothes shopping. We put my new clothes in the trunk and drove to a shoe store. We walked inside and he ran to a section of shoes. I followed him.
"Do you own a pair of these shoes?" He asked. He was holding up a box with converse in them.
"Yes, but they're really old." He put the box in my hands and kept walking. I looked at the size. It was a 9. I put them back and got a size 8.
Once we were done, I had four pairs of shoes, 10 pairs of jeans, two pairs of short-shorts, 16 band t-shirts, a Green Day hat, and a pair of sunglasses.
"Tre, isn't this a bit much?"
"No, only the best for my 'student'." He said using air quotes.
"Thanks."
"No problem... one last stop." He pulled up to a hair salon and we walked in. He made me get blonde and blue highlights in my brown hair.
Two hours later, he pulled up my driveway.
"Okay, bye Tre."
"Uh-uh, I'm meeting your family."
"As you wish." He helped me carry my new clothes inside.
"Mom! My Made coach wants to meet you!"
I grabbed my clothes from him and ran upstairs, dropping articles of clothing on the way. I dropped them on my bed and ran back downstairs. Picking up the stray clothing on the way, I ran back upstairs. By the time I got back to Tre, I was out of breath. But I did make it back before my mom did.
"Hi, I'm Jennifer Johnson, Jordan's mom."
"Hi, I'm Tre Cool."
"Oh yeah, your that one dude from that one band." Jason said walking into the room.
"The drummer from Green Day, duh... retard."
"Right."
"Here, sit down." My mom said motioning towards the couch. Tre sat down.
"So Tre, are you married?"
"Mom, stop with the interrogation."
"No it's fine, I've been married twice. But now I'm divorced." My mom gave him a disapproving look.
"Oh, any kids?"
"Two; Ramona and Frankito."
"That's a cool name." I added.
"Thanks." He said smiling.
"Tre, do you want to stay for dinner?"
"Mom, he's a very busy man, I doubt he'd w-"
"I'd love to."
"Great, we're having spaghetti."
"Yeah." Danny agreed.
"I'm looking for a Jordan Johnson." I heard a semi-familiar voice say. I looked up from my desk. There was a guy standing in the doorway.
Jeans, sneakers, a Green Day t-shirt, sunglasses, and a nametag that said 'Hello, My Name Is Asshole'. I take it he got that from the office and wrote asshole on it. I laughed quietly to myself.
"Jordan?" I rolled my eyes and put my stuff in my backpack. I stood up and walked to where he was standing.
"Follow me." I followed him into the hallway. He walked down to the band room with me trailing closely. Once we got inside, he sat down behind a drum set. He played random beats and it was great. He set the drumsticks down and took off his sunglasses.
"I'm your made coach, Tre Cool."
"No way, you're the drummer from Green Day."
"Yep."
"This day rocks."
"So, you want to be a drummer?"
"That's what I signed up for."
"Okay, sit down." I sat down right where I was standing, on the floor.
"I meant in a chair, but this works too." He ran to where I was and sat down across from me.
"So, um, do you have any musical experience at all?"
"Well, I play the piano, and yeah, that's it. I can play a couple songs on the guitar though."
"Wow. Why do you want to be made into a drummer?"
"Well, everyone thinks I'm really preppy and stuck up and that I can't do anything right, so I want to prove them wrong by doing this. And I want to prove to myself that I can do something right for a change."
"That's really cool. What songs can you play on the guitar, by the way?"
"Whatsername, Brain Stew, Wake Me Up When September Ends, a couple other Green Day songs, and some The Used songs."
"That's cool." I nodded.
"So, okay, we're gonna start with the basics."
"What would that be?"
"I'm gonna make you look like me."
"I don't have to have a Mohawk, do I?"
"I wasn't thinking that, but now, you might get one."
"You've got to be shitting me."
"Nope, come on. We're going shopping." He said enthusiastically.
"Okay." I followed him to his car and got in the passenger seat.
"Can you drive?" He asked me. I nodded.
"Just wondering."
"Right." I said looking out the window.
"So Jordan."
"You can call me JJ."
"Okay, so JJ, what are some of your favorite bands?"
"Green Day, Operation Ivy, Sum 41, The Used, Hawthorne Heights, My Chemical Romance, stuff like that."
"Cool, so, uh, for the next 9 weeks, we're going to make you a great drummer and then at the end, you are going to be auditioning for a band in California."
"California?"
"Yep, but there's a little bit of a downside."
"What's that?"
"For the last 5 weeks, you're going to have to live in California."
"Live there?"
"Yes."
"This fucking rocks." He smiled at me.
He pulled up to a store and we got out. We walked in and started looking at clothes.
"Will this fit you?" He asked. I looked at the tag.
"It's about two sizes too big."
"Well, it's the only one they have, so your gonna wear it and like it." I laughed and shook my head to myself. It was a 'The Ramones' t-shirt.
"I have this shirt." I said to him.
"You do?" I nodded.
"And it's the right size?"
"Yep, I just got it like two weeks ago."
"That rocks." He said taking the shirt out of my hands.
"How about this?" I made a face.
"If I have to."
"Well, you do."
About an hour later, we were done clothes shopping. We put my new clothes in the trunk and drove to a shoe store. We walked inside and he ran to a section of shoes. I followed him.
"Do you own a pair of these shoes?" He asked. He was holding up a box with converse in them.
"Yes, but they're really old." He put the box in my hands and kept walking. I looked at the size. It was a 9. I put them back and got a size 8.
Once we were done, I had four pairs of shoes, 10 pairs of jeans, two pairs of short-shorts, 16 band t-shirts, a Green Day hat, and a pair of sunglasses.
"Tre, isn't this a bit much?"
"No, only the best for my 'student'." He said using air quotes.
"Thanks."
"No problem... one last stop." He pulled up to a hair salon and we walked in. He made me get blonde and blue highlights in my brown hair.
Two hours later, he pulled up my driveway.
"Okay, bye Tre."
"Uh-uh, I'm meeting your family."
"As you wish." He helped me carry my new clothes inside.
"Mom! My Made coach wants to meet you!"
I grabbed my clothes from him and ran upstairs, dropping articles of clothing on the way. I dropped them on my bed and ran back downstairs. Picking up the stray clothing on the way, I ran back upstairs. By the time I got back to Tre, I was out of breath. But I did make it back before my mom did.
"Hi, I'm Jennifer Johnson, Jordan's mom."
"Hi, I'm Tre Cool."
"Oh yeah, your that one dude from that one band." Jason said walking into the room.
"The drummer from Green Day, duh... retard."
"Right."
"Here, sit down." My mom said motioning towards the couch. Tre sat down.
"So Tre, are you married?"
"Mom, stop with the interrogation."
"No it's fine, I've been married twice. But now I'm divorced." My mom gave him a disapproving look.
"Oh, any kids?"
"Two; Ramona and Frankito."
"That's a cool name." I added.
"Thanks." He said smiling.
"Tre, do you want to stay for dinner?"
"Mom, he's a very busy man, I doubt he'd w-"
"I'd love to."
"Great, we're having spaghetti."
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