Guitar Hero (Cape High Series Book 12)
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Authors: R.J. Ross
GUITAR HERO
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R. J. Ross
Guitar Hero
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~Other works by R.J. Ross~
Belle and the Dragon's Curse * Sundance's Syn * Missing: Witch * Destiny Thread
The Winstead Files Series
Courting the Beast * Snow White, Snow White * The Sleeper * Stiltskin
Arcadia Gamers Series
Croc Skins * Coyote Falls
Seasons of the Fae Series
Raven's Return * Death of a Dryad * Water Wielder
Cape High Series
Super Villain Dad * America's Grandson * Hello Kitty * Don't Know Jack * Daddy's Girl * Aces Wild * Steampunk Time * Fire Hazard * Ditto Ditto * Sunny Daze * Life Light * Guitar Hero
“Okay...” Tom says, looking at the group in front of him. He’s my agent. He does NOT look happy. In fact, he looks like he’s about to burst a vein. “I can understand how you think you’re allowed to bring a friend or two--” He grabs my arm and takes me a few feet away, as if that will keep them from hearing us. “FIRST your so-called-Principal rearranges the entire tour without even warning me. THEN he brings out this freaky, glowing tour bus, and the blonde,” he finishes, motioning to Melissa, AKA Falconess. “Which, I won’t lie, I don’t mind so much, she’s a total babe--but THEN he brings out a bunch of KIDS! What are we supposed to do with kids?”
“Well first off,” I say, “the red head is Divine Justice, the little one is a water wielder, and the guy is--”
“What guy?” Tom asks, looking over at the group. I turn, scanning the area quickly before groaning. It's no wonder I didn't hear him leaving, though—Freddy moves silently, even for a sound based super such as myself.
“Malina?” I ask.
“He’s on the roof again,” Malina says.
“The tour bus roof?”
“Nope, that roof,” she says, pointing to the massive building next to us. We couldn’t exactly meet a norm in front of Cape High, so we’d moved to the Hall building. I look up at it, seeing a teenager climbing up the wall and onto one of the massive statues at the top. People don’t usually even NOTICE those statues, because they’re so high, but Freddy’s a wall-climber. I bet he noticed them a long time ago.
“Freddy!” I bellow. The windows of the building shudder slightly at the sound.
“I’m not going!” Freddy yells back. “I’ll hide up here while you’re gone!”
“You’re not hiding on the Hall!” I yell back. “Would you please come down?”
“I’ll get him,” Emily says, teleporting away.
“It won’t--” I start out, only to groan.
“Is he going to jump? He’s going to jump, isn’t he? You brought suicidal teenagers on our tour--” Tom starts to rant.
“He’s a wall-climber, he’s not suicidal,” I mutter, feeling a headache come on. I can see Emily sitting on the top of the roof, above Freddy. She’s digging through her pockets--okay, she’s pulling out a huge bag of Tootsie Rolls. That... might possibly work.
“I don’t want to go,” the teenage boy says in a surly tone. Yes, I can hear them from up there, I’ve got super hearing, remember? “Who’s going to keep me from getting captured again? Or what if we get in a fight? I’m USELESS in a fight. I should have just stayed home--”
“You could be amazing in a fight,” Emily tells him, handing him a handful of Midgees. This whole scene is ridiculous, if you ask me. They’re sitting far above the ground, acting out an after-school drama scene.
“We have a schedule to keep, guys!” I yell up at them. “Can we do the whole feel-good moment on the bus?”
Someone pokes me in the gut and I look down at Malina. “Don’t you DARE make fun of my brother,” she tells me.
“I’m not, I’m just trying to get on the road,” I tell her, running a hand over my face. “I seriously wish I could fly right now,” I add darkly. My dad could fly. I’m not sure why I can’t, yet. I look up again, seeing Emily look straight at me.
“How about you and Justin learn to fight, together?” she asks.
“Deal,” I say quickly. “We’ll spar every other day--come on, Freddy, we need to get going! If we don’t go, we can’t do our mission.”
“Mission?” Tom asks. “Nobody said anything about a mission!”
“We’re out to find teenage supers,” Emily says, poofing in front of us, with her arms wrapped around Freddy. Tom lets out a tiny squeak, which we all ignore. “I caught him,” she adds proudly before hugging him. “It’ll be okay, Freddy--I’m a super hero, remember?”
He just looks at her. He's almost a foot taller and a year older, so this looks even more ridiculous than it sounds.
“I’m also REALLY good at breaking into mad scientist places,” she adds. “Also, Falconess is here!”
His expression relaxes. It’s true, after all, short or not, Emily’s the perfect rescue hero. And Falconess is an amazing hero. Okay, seriously, I don’t even care--we need to get on the road. This is like herding cats. I look at Falconess, expecting her to say or do something, since she’s our mentor, but she’s looking the tour bus over curiously.
“Wait--that’s Falconess?” Tom squeaks.
“Are we ready yet?” the woman in question asks as she turns away from the tour bus.
“Yeah, we’re good,” Emily says. “Come on, guys, let’s get moving,” she tells us, dragging Freddy into the tour bus. “I’ve got a ton of candy, and we’ll work on your special moves, okay?” she says to him. “If you ask me, what you’d be REALLY good for is what I do,” she goes on, “espionage! We can teach you to spy on the super villains and break into buildings--and more importantly OUT of buildings!”
“I don’t like this, I don’t like this at all,” Tom mutters as he gets on the tour bus.
I make sure Malina gets on before looking up at Central Hall. This isn’t my hall, but... “Are you coming, Justin, or are we leaving you behind?” Falconess asks.
I get on the bus.
***
This is the part where I introduce myself. My name is Justin Gregory, better known as
just
Justin. I am seventeen years old, and I was a famous teen idol for a while before I lost control of my powers in the middle of a concert. That got me landed in a school for teenage supers, called Cape High. I was moved into a dorm full of kids that were previously stuck in glass rooms like displays for anywhere from a few months to a year. They have issues. I’ve spent the last, what, half a year? Living with them. It took me nearly that long to become reluctantly accepted by half of them--Freddy is one of the ones still on the fence. At least Ward isn’t on my team, Ward HATES me.
Now that bit is pretty common knowledge in the Cape High crowd. It’s the rest of my story that I’ve been keeping to myself. See, I’m from the Sonic Family Line, which is from the West Branch. My mother died when I was five--she was a norm. My father died when I was twelve, his name was Sonic Scream. I’m a super orphan, tossed into a foster family for all of a year before I skipped out on my foster mother and became a professional singer. I haven’t spoken to her since. The problem with that? Her name is Negatia, and she’s the West Branch Hall Leader.
We’re heading west right now.
It gets more awkward, okay? After Dad lost Mom, he and Negatia started up this little on-again, off-again relationship, and had he not died, there’s a good chance she would have been my step-mom. So coming from the point where she’s pretty much BOTH my foster mom AND my step-mom, and I’m encroaching on her territory without even calling her... Well, I’m in some deep caca, and I know it.
Okay, now I need to mention that there’s nothing wrong with Negatia--she’s nice enough, got it? The problem was me. I’m always the problem, really. I couldn’t handle being suited up to take my dad’s spot on the team--not back then. I hadn’t even come into my powers at the time, and they were already plotting out my debut and all that crap. So I did the only thing I could think of. I went to Tom, and told him that I was the son of Sonic Scream, and I wanted to become a famous singer. It got his attention at least. I don’t think he actually believed me, they only pushed the vague chance I MIGHT be a super at the beginning of my career. Mostly, they pushed the fact that I’m good looking and can sing.
I have a LOT of teenage girl fans. None of whom go to our school, but that’s another topic.
“So,” Falconess says as she makes herself comfortable on a bench in the bus, “does everyone have their com bracelets on?”
“What is a com bracelet? What is this mission? Why has no one explained what in the world is going on right now?” Tom demands, looking close to pulling his hair out. “Do you know how difficult it was just getting you back into this work? And then you just go in and change everything! How am I supposed to do my job when things keep changing on me?” he demands, pointing at me.
“Sir, if you would sit down and listen, we could explain all of that to you,” Falconess says with slightly narrowed eyes. Tom promptly sits down. “We’re Cape High,” she goes on. “Well, technically I’m not--I’m Central Hall, but I’m Divine Justice’s mentor and the adult supervision for this mission. We will be going in plain clothes. If you out us as heroes, you will be dealing with a very irritated Mastermental, do you understand?”
“I--”
“Do you understand?” she repeats.
“Yes.” How she manages to terrorize a man while lounging on a couch and not even raising her voice, I have no idea. I really need to learn that trick.
Emily’s the first to react, showing a gauntlet-like bracelet on her left wrist. “I’ve got mine.”
“Mine’s still on my uniform,” I admit, “is there a way to take it off?”
“You just tap the button on the inside, it comes unhooked,” Emily tells me. I head off to get my com rather than deal with Tom. The com bracelets are new--we have phones and we have earbuds, but neither of them do holograms. With a technopath for a principal, you tend to rack up a lot of hi-tech toys like that.
“Now that everyone has their com on, don’t take them off unless you have to,” Falconess says as we each find a place to sit. I grab a chair at the little table, with Malina on the other side. Freddy’s perched on one of the bunks above our heads. “The coms have trackers built into them--we can find you easiest by tracking those. If by rare chance, you are captured, don’t worry, I will track down the person that did it and make them regret it severely,” Falconess goes on, looking from Malina to Freddy. “No one touches one of our kids.”
“Can we get to the mission part?” Tom asks.
“We’re on a mission to find and hopefully recruit the healers that were outed on mass media,” Falconess says, “either through them coming to one of Justin’s concerts, or hearing from someone that does. We’ve also arranged for Emily to speak at some of the local schools in full uniform. We’re working with the West Branch,” she says, looking straight at me, “I spoke briefly with Negatia, she would like to hear from you, Justin.”
I wince, but nod. I saw that coming.
“Malina’s going to be my opening act,” I tell Tom.
“We’ve already got a band--” he starts out.
“Then she’ll be dancing with my opening song,” I say. “You don’t know what she can do, Tom. She’s amazing.”
He looks at me as if I'm crazy. I just stare back at him, wondering why I was so willing to come back in the first place. Well, at least it’s a Technico tour bus, I think as I see a tablet come out of the wall next to Emily. Technico things come with free WiFi--for life.
“What did--” Tom starts out, looking at Emily. “Where did that come from?”
“It’s a Technico,” Malina says quietly, bringing up a computer screen on the table between us. A hologram of a checker game appears. “He came back for a day and rebuilt a black suit bus for us, right?” she says to me.
“Yeah,” I say, reaching up and moving a checker piece. “This is probably light-years ahead of my old bus.”
“And what type of fuel does it take?” Tom asks.
“It’s running off of our energy, right?” I ask Falconess. “If it’s like Vinny’s bike, it can also charge if you plug it in.”
“I want Vinny’s bike,” Freddy says, hanging over the edge of his bunk. “Can we get one of those for the mission?”
“We've got a tour bus,” I say as Malina hops over a few of my pieces. “This isn’t a bike type mission.”
“Zoe pimped their RV, didn’t she? Can we make this go two hundred miles an hour?” he asks.
“No, because Zoe’s a technopath and none of us are,” I tell him as I move my checker piece.
“I want to learn to fight, too,” Malina says. “Falconess, can you teach us?”
“Of course, I’d love to,” Falconess says.
“I can’t do this. I thought I could, but I can’t. You’re all crazy,” Tom announces. “I didn’t actually BELIEVE you were the son of a super hero!” he tells me. “And that moment--it was just a mic malfunction, right? This is all a lie. These aren't heroes—they're all insane people that just think they are, and the climbing up the wall thing was a delusion--”
Ditto pops into existence, standing right in front of him. “Hey, hey, breathe, Mister,” she says placing her hands on his shoulders. “Look, it’s not that big of a deal--”
He screams, stumbling back and falling onto his butt. “She--where--I--”
“Doppelganger,” I say.
“I QUIT!” he bellows. “Pull over the bus, I’m getting off!”
“Tom, you can’t quit,” I say, “we’ve got a contract.”
“I’ll break the contract--I can’t handle this,” he says. “I don’t trust supers! I don’t like them, I don’t trust them--and you’re NOT SUPPOSED TO REALLY BE ONE!” he bellows at me.
“I sold you on the fact that I was one!” I say.
“And I knew it was a lie! This is show business! People lie all the time!”
“My foster mom is NEGATIA!” I bellow.
“Her name is Nora Robbins--that’s the only thing I was ever told!”
“You made a lot of money off of me, and now you’re ranting over how much you hate supers?” I demand. “You know what? You can’t quit. You’re FIRED! Falconess, can Mastermental get me a new agent?”