(David Byrne is now in the story. He's a sophomore)
Freddie Mercury's  POV

Let's see, tonight this the big night! The opening dance! I guess everyone will be pretty jittery at school today. Oh well, it will be fun, though. I get dressed, and I eat a quick breakfast of cereal and coffee. I'm a high school student, coffee and tea keep me alive!

I kiss my mom goodbye, and run out the door. First thing when I step in the door, I see David handing a suit over to Sting. "Here you go, Sting," David says, and Sting takes the suit and smiles. I can't help but smile too, I love to see a guy helping another guy out.

David Byrne comes squealing down the hallway, "Ahhhh! Help! Ahhhhh!"

I grab the poor kid, "David, use your words, what's going on?"

"I can't find my big suit!" he starts panting and squealing again, and I have a flashback to last year:

I groan and say, "But David, why the big suit?"

"Because!" and he still keeps panting, "I want my head to appear smaller, and the easiest way to do that is to make my body bigger."

But why, David?

David Bowie reaches into his locker, "I'm sorry it's not your big suit," and he pulls out a suit, "But it will do."

"Thank you David," Byrne says, and both he and Sting walk away, and I think Byrne might have actually started to calm down. Why do I still think Byrne will show up in his big suit?

Anyways, I move along to my first class, which again is art class. I notice that David seems much calmer today. I look over and see Jimmy Page happily working on an art project, I'm so happy he got a date, he was really upset that he didn't have one. Now that he has that lovely girl Stevie to go with, I don't know why he wouldn't be happy.

Jimmy happily works away at his art project, and I ask him, "So, Jimmy, how do you feel about the dance tonight?"

Jimmy touches his wet paintbrush to his face and says, "I'm excited and all, it's just Stevie is basically the perfect girl. I don't think I'm good enough for her." He moves away the brush to reveal a smear of blue and purple.

"First off, darling, lets clean your face up, shall we?" and I hand him a paper towel and he smirks a bit. "Jimmy, you're a great guy. Half of the school would love to go with you," I take the towel and rub his face myself, "You need some more confidence in yourself, buddy."

Jimmy stands up big and tall and says, "I'm plenty confident, man. Not like my princess of a friend Robert Plant; he likes to make himself seem bold, but he lacks any real balls."

Brian Eno groans and says, "This conversation has gone way to far, we don't need to all start discussing our balls!"

Poor Kate Bush squeals, "Really, guys. Please stop," she looks around and says, "Mr. Holly, can I get a drink of water?!"

He lets her go, and I take a moment to appreciate the atrocity I started. Fortunately, no more uncomfortable words fly, and Jimmy and Brian just sit down. I see Lou and David snicker to one another while Brian just rolls his eyes.

I decide maybe I shouldn't mention the dance anymore. Therefore, I just keep working on my project. In about twenty minutes, Kate comes back into the art room, completely silently. Her friend Peter asks, "Where where you?"

Kate gives him a super dirty look, and even appears to threaten him with her paint brush. Wow, thank you Kate for even more drama. I might as well introduce a little more. "Hey, Lou," I start, "Do you have any idea whatever happened to Roger?" The whole school ended up hearing of the nasty encounter between Roger Daltrey and Mr. Berry.

Lou smiles a little oddly and says, "Well, as far as I know, Roger imply got one hour of detention. After that, though, he and Principal Presley, began, how shall I call it," and he clutches his chin trying to find the right words. "A "special" relationship. I can say no more."

Mick Jagger says out of no where, "You mean to say the principal is fucking Roger? Isn't that illegal?"

Mr. Holly slaps Mick with and ruler, and Lou shouts, "Shut up Mick!" then he thinks again, "No, it's more like," and then he gets really quiet, "Mr. Presley is getting his drugs from Roger now."

There is a unanimous "Ohhhhh..." from the whole class, and then we all remain quiet for the rest of the period.

Damn, who knew this school had so much drama?