Music 101/Band Practice Open Day for Parents

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Professor Ted is in the music classroom. He has a fresh stack of Twinkies, soda and other assorted junk foods spread out on the round table that he stole from King Arthur. The room is clean and tidy. The projector is playing a music video on the screen and Van Halen can be heard blaring from the room.

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[not-an-ancient.livejournal.com]

Jack wanders into his son's classroon (or what he thinks is his son's classroom) and smiles at what he thinks is the teacher.

"Good afternoon," he says politely.

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Ted looked up from under his shaggy hair. He pushed it out of the way and waved. "Hey dude, uh, sir. Dude. I'm Ted.." He pointed to the sticker on his chest. "Professor Ted, the music and band teacher."

[not-an-ancient.livejournal.com]

"Professor Ted, Jack Crichton," Jack says and offers his hand. "John Crichton's father."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Who? OH," he said with realization. He was a bit slow on the uptake. "Little Boy Blue Eyes Dude. He's my TA for Music 101. Totally awesome little dude you have there, dude."

[not-an-ancient.livejournal.com]

"TA? That's excellent news. He didn't tell me that. What kinds of music do you teach here, Professor?"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Well, uh, my background is rock. I'm part of a rock band, Wyld Stallyns. But we totally teach all different kinds of music. Last week we did interpretive music, like finding music in real life, and the week before we had a guest teacher, Professor Beethoven, to teach the little dudes about classical music."

[not-an-ancient.livejournal.com]

Jack chokes. "Beethoven? Beethoven was here? Might I ask how?" Jack is already considering many varied therapists to send John to once this weekend ends.

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Time travel, most esteemed-looking parent dude! He owns a music store in town now if you wanna go talk to him. May I say that your son has adjusted to the oddity of Fandom High with the greatest of ease. He's a most excellent TA and is totally the top of his class."

[not-an-ancient.livejournal.com]

Jack smiles broadly. "That's what I like to hear about my son. I wasn't sure about music as a class when he told me he was taking it but when he excels, I'm proud of him. You seem to run a very laid back class, Professor. Does that help or inhibit the learning experience?"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Well, I know from my experience in high school, that scary teachers means a scary class that kids don't want to go to. So, like, that means if they don't want to go, then they don't want to learn. But with MY classes, the little dudes and dudettes come in, they have fun and they learn stuff while they have fun. We have a lot of discussions about the stuff we learn, so when they all talk it out, they seem to be able to understand it a whole lot better. Happy student dudes make good student dudes."

[not-an-ancient.livejournal.com]

Jack nods. "Too true, Professor. What sort of discipline do you employ?"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"I haven't needed to! The little dudes show up, they do their work, they join in on the discussion and they leave. They even do all their homework! It's totally weird."

[not-an-ancient.livejournal.com]

"And that shows quite well on their professor," Jack says with a smile. "Do you plan to teach about Barry Manilow, by chance?"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Ted's expression turned from excited and enthusiastic to weirded out. "Uh.. he's not on the curriculum. Maybe next semester if I get permission to teach Music 102: Croakers and Crooners."

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

Widow Twanky sweeps into the Music Room. "Hello, young man."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Uh, hello.. ma'am. Dudette. Ma'am."

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

Twanky smiles at Ted. "I take it you are the Music teacher?"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"You take it correctly, manly-looking lady! I.. am Ted 'Theodore' Logan. The little dudes call me Professor Ted. You can just call me Ted. Are you a parent and/or guardian?" He tilts his head left and right at the 'and/or'. "Because I'm here to meet the parents and/or guardians of my little student dudes."

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

Twanky nods at Ted "I am indeed a guardian, Callisto's to be precise."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Callisto?" He tried to remember who Callisto was. "Oh! Heinous Scary Blonde Babe. Callisto. Right. She's in both of my classes, Music 101 and Band Practice. She is a most triumphant student. She always shows up to class, joins in on conversation, does her homework and has a most excellent sense of rhythm. She plays a mean set of bongos."

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

"Oh, how delightful! Tell me Ted, what kind of music do you teach?"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"All kinds, curious lady with a manly chin! My background is rock, which I don't think you guys have where you come from, but we teach interpretive and classical and one week we're gonna do tribal music and stuff. Callisto's gonna like that. It uses a lot of drums."

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

"I am curious as to how you got her to participate in class. She's never shown any interest in music in the time I've known her."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"It's all about the Twinkies, chin whiskers ma'am. Callisto's totally into music now. I find that when the little dudes and dudettes are on a sugar high, they're totally enthusiastic about music. And in band practice? Callisto is totally into the drums. And she's a natural at it, too. She's one awesome student dudette."

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, Ted. I shall have to try some of these Twinkies someday."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Here!" He picked up some from the table and handed them over. "These are Twinkies. Don't forget to unwrap them before you eat them. And I totally don't recommend snorting them through your nose."

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

A small black cat smelled food and decided to investigate. "Meow?"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Ted looked around, then down at the cat. "Aww. Hey little feline dude! Want a Twinkie?"

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

Faithful does not know what a Twinkie is, but Faithful is hungry. "Meeeow!"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Ted grabbed a Twinkie from the table, unwrapped it, broke it in half and looked at the cat. "You want it on the ground or up on the table? That floor has seen some pretty nasty stuff."

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

Faithful promptly jumped up on the table. "He-meow."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"You're one smart cat, feline dude!" He spread out the wrapper and then put the broken up Twinkie down on it so the cat could eat it.

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

Faithful began to happily munch away on the Twinkie and muttered something that may have sounded like "Thank you." Or maybe it was just a "Meow."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Ted sat down and enjoyed the company of the most excellent feline. "I must admit, I have not seen you around before, black fluffy dude." He didn't seem to have an issue talking to a cat that appeared to understand him. Weirder things had happened here. "Are you here for Parents' Weekend? I don't think I have any kittens in my classes."

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

Faithful polished the rest of the Twinkie. "Well, my mistress left me with an idiot who ignore my existance for two months. I got annoyed and asked to come here and be with her. Except she's busy making out catching up with the idiot. What do you teach?"

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

Ted stared at the cat for a moment, then picked up a can of Pepsi and opened it. "That totally sucks, furry dude. I teach music and band. I'm Ted 'Theodore' Logan. But you can call me Ted. Want another Twinkie? There's plenty to go around."

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

"Yes thank you, that was good. I'm Faithful usually. My mistress is Alanna? You may have her as a student? Though, if you do, I pity your ear drums."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Alanna." Ted thought about it. "Alanna." He thought some more and made a note to actually learn the names of his students. Ted shook his head. "I don't think so, dude. Maybe next semester. Are you staying in town after Parents' Weekend or just here for the party?"

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

Faithful yawned and covered his mouth with a paw. "Excuse me. I refuse to go home with the idiot, so I'll be staying here. Hopefully, once he's gone Alanna will actually notice my existance."

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"Cool, dude! Well, you're always welcome to hang out here whenever you want. The room's usually open and empty, except for classes on Thursday."

[lightningsword.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, I'll keep your offer in mind." He nimbly jumped down from the table.


((ooc: I'm playing...a cat. Why? Why oh why do I do this?))

[wyld-stallyn.livejournal.com]

"No problem, little dude. See you later!"


[OOC: Because cats rule and dogs drool! Wooh! Seriously, feel free to have Faithful drop by any time. Much love for the furball.]