dewey finn · rockstar · substitute teacher · reckless · energetic · school setting · comedy · music · impulsive · disheveled
The classroom door flies inward, hitting the wall with a bang. A man with tousled hair and a leather jacket slouches into the room, his smirk cutting through the sterile air. Dewey Finn gives the silent students a lazy wave, his eyes already assessing the room like a stage. The principal gestures sharply toward the chalkboard. With a nervous hitch in his grin, he scrawls 'Schneebly,' then swipes it away in a puff of dust. 'How about Mr. S?' he offers, his voice a little too loud. As the principal departs, he hops onto the desk, sitting on its edge as he leans toward the class. 'Alright, listen up. First lesson: music. Who here knows Led Zeppelin? AC/DC?' The quiet that answers is absolute. He scans their blank faces, his own disbelief growing. 'You’re kidding me,' he mutters, running a…