Classic Rock High School Au

The Chess Club

Brian May's POV

I sit in my seat, awaiting the bell to finally ring; I have a club go to, dang it! Finally, the bell rings and I am free to go. I founded a chess club at our school, but frankly I have no clue who's going to show up in the library for it...

I set up a chess set, and Mr. Cash scuttles into the library. "Hello, Brian!" he enthuses, "I'll have you know, I have no clue how to play chess, but I'm going to be watching you guys, apparently..."

Ringo pokes his nose into the room and says, "Is this where chess club is?"

"Yes!" I reply, and just like that, John, Paul, George and Ringo all file into the library.

Paul smiles, "We all wanted to join, it seemed like fun!"

"Brilliant!" I smile. Mr. Cash just sits back, reading a magazine. A couple minutes later, Roger Waters walks into the room.

He shouts, "I heard chess can get pretty competitive, so obviously I had to have a piece of it!" He starts to walk in, then walks back into the hallway, and when he returns, he has a hold of David Gilmour's shirt. "I told you, I am going to prove to you I'm the better player!!"

I try to hold in a laugh as I reply, "Well, alrighty then..." After David and Roger sit down, Tom and Stevie walk in, hand in hand.

Stevie exclaims, "We're here for chess club!"

Roger rolls his eyes and says, "Well, no shit! I thought we were all here for nail painting club!"

I groan, "Roger, please don't be rude, I'm the president of this club, so I'll handle these things."

"YOU? PRESIDENT?!?!" Roger starts hyperventilating upon the realization that he is not, in fact, in charge... Stevie starts talking gently to him and it appears that everything gets sorted out rather quickly.

"Eh! I'm here for chess club!" Carl Palmer shouts into the room. He begins to poke his head in, but then Keith pulls him right back out.

"No, you're not, jackass!" Keith snaps, "You can't even play chess!"

Carl proudly walks in, "Stop me!"

Keith walks in after Carl, "What do you think I'm trying to do?"

Carl replies, "Be an annoying and controlling older brother?"

Keith grabs Carl's shirt, "Oh, come on! We have band practice!" The two of them finally leave, and then the rest of us all start cracking up.

Roger sighs, "Now that Chip and Dale are out of here, are we going to start playing some chess?"

I beam, "Of course! So, Paul and John, you guys are a pair, George and Ringo are together, Stevie and Tom are together, Roger you are with David, and I, um, ah..." Everyone else had already gotten into their groups, so I was alone. Dang, I wish Keith hadn't pulled Carl away now.

"Hey, boy," Mr. Cash says, "I've actually been considering learning how to play chess, would you teach me how?" I smile and begin to teach Mr. Cash the various roles of the pieces, the object of the game, and so forth.

So, amazingly, the first chess club was actually successful!

However, maybe I should get Carl to join for real....