Disclaimer: I don't own Ed, Edd n' Eddy, or any of those other characters, and unfortunately, I'm not the first to put the Eds in a band… I also don't own the song "Yesterday" by Guns n' Roses, which I use part of in the story. I also have nothing to do with Poison, Motley Crue, AC/DC, Iron Maiden, or any other band mentioned.
Now, with that said, I give you chapter one…
Chapter 1: Yesterdays
There were so many things I was never told
Now that I'm starting to learn, I feel I'm growing old…
Eddy lazily sprawled himself on his bed and started impatiently twirling a drumstick in his right hand as he ran his fingers through his mane of dark hair with his left. The Guns n' Roses song he was playing on his stereo actually fit his mood. Six years had past, and he as well as Ed and Double D had changed. He and his friends no longer cared about conning the kids in the cul-de-sac out of their meager allowances just to by a useless piece of candy. He and the Eds found a new passion, music… heavy metal music to be exact.
Eddy recalled that his love of the music began while visiting his brother five years ago. Eddy's big brother and mentor, Jeff, introduced Eddy to bands like AC/DC, Poison, and Motley Crue during the short visit. Eddy became hooked and sold his disco records and record player to buy a stereo along with some Poison and 'Crue albums. He also, as weird as it seems, grew to idolize Tommy Lee, and took up drums when he was in 8th grade to be like his hero.
Ed and Edd shortly followed Eddy in becoming metal fans. Edd grew to like bands like Rush and Iron Maiden. He also sold the pedal steel guitar that he despised so much to buy a simple red Fender Telecaster. Edd showed the same talent on the Telecaster that he had on the pedal steel guitar and became a virtuoso in playing mind-melting solos by his sophomore year. Ed's room was no longer a filthy shrine of poorly made monster movies. "Liver and Onions" and "It came from France" posters came down to make room for "Blue Oyster Cult" and "The Misfits" posters. He too bought a guitar and started taking lessons from Edd, his fingers were too big and clumsy to play solos, but he did become quite the rhythm guitarist.
They combined their talents and formed a garage band when they were freshmen, calling themselves "Edtallica" and letting their hair get long to look "more official" as Eddy put it. The band would celebrate its third anniversary the next day, which was also the first day of summer.
"EDDY! Could you get down here? I'd like to discuss something with you." Eddy's dad called from downstairs.
Eddy snapped from his trance and slowly trudged down the stairs, drumstick in hand. He turned down the hallway and saw his father sitting at the kitchen table. The table was hardly visible due to all the papers and envelopes that cluttered it. In the middle of the jungle of paper sat Eddy's father, wearing a very serious look on his face.
"Sit down Eddy." He commanded.
Eddy casually plopped himself in the wooden chair and leaned back, twirling his drumstick in his fingers. "What's up, pop?"
"I'll tell you what's up." His father hissed, "Do you know what came in the mail today, Eddy?"
"Oh yeah, this month's issue of Drummer Boy quarterly came in!" Eddy recalled.
"Anything else?" his father asked.
"Good lord… the acceptance letters from all the colleges you applied to arrived!" his dad barked.
"Ah, yeah, that's right!" Eddy replied.
"Have you read them yet, son?" his father asked, staring at Eddy with his beady, dark eyes.
"Nope." Eddy replied plainly.
"I have Eddy. It appears none of them will accept you, not even the state college! Do you have any idea why this happened?" his father seethed.
"Can't say I do…" Eddy responded, lazily throwing his drumstick in the air.
"IT'S BECAUSE YOU SPEND MORE TIME HANGING AROUND WITH YOUR SLACKER FRIENDS LISTENING TO YOUR ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC THAN STUDYING!"
Eddy's eyes grew wide with surprise at the sudden outburst. His drumstick hit the tile floor with a high-pitched click as his father continued to scream.
"DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?? YOU CAN'T GET ANYWHERE IN LIFE IF YOU DON'T HAVE A COLLEGE EDUCATION!"
Eddy opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, his father spoke again.
"What are you going to do with your life, son? Just tell me, please…"
Eddy took a deep breath and gulped. "Music, dad." He muttered.
His father's jaw dropped at his response. He slapped his forehead with his hand and shook it in disbelief.
"I'm serious, dad." Eddy continued, "Me and the guys, we're getting really good! I think we have a good chance of making it big in the heavy metal industry."
His father sighed heavily as he looked at Eddy in the eyes.
"I'll tell you what, son… if you're so serious about being a big-time rock star, you have the summer to prove to me and your mother that you can do it."
Eddy grinned, he couldn't believe his dad of all people was giving him this opportunity!
"…But if you don't, we're taking a trip to the barber shop to get that, that, mop cut down to normal length, and then we're going to see if we can't get the Devry Institute to let you take courses. Now, do we have a deal?" His father asked, sticking out his hand.
"Deal." Eddy answered, shaking hands.
A/N: Well, there's chapter one. Did I mention that this is my first fic? Well, read and review, I'll write more later on if you like it.