Marcus Brocket (
AKA Brocket the Rocket) from
The Secret Files of Fairday Morrow has teamed up with Nate Rockledge from the
Nate Rocks series to bring you
the Nate Rock's Virtual Sketchbook.
Hey guys! Brocket here. I'm your host for Nate's Virtual Sketchbook. Nate is amazing with a pencil, and it's awesome that I get to share his ideas with you!
Don't forget to enter the fun bonus contest at the end. Trust me, you don't want to miss out! Rock on ✌ ~ M
Nate Rock's Virtual Sketchbook
Hold onto your pants- here we go!
As I head down their driveway, toward the open garage door, a tall lanky teenager runs out of the garage towards me.
"Nate, thank goodness! Come quick, he needs your help!"he says in a panic, grabbing my arm.
"I already told Mr. McCullen- I don't know anything about bursitis! I'm just looking for my rakes. How do you know my name anyway?"
"Who said anything about bursitis?" he yells at me, yanking me towards the garage. "I'm talking about Desmond. The show starts in ten minutes and something is terribly wrong!"
"Desmond?" I ask confused, walking into the garage. But it is not a garage at all. We are on a stage. Everything is black, except for rows of spotlights above us.A curtain, hanging directly in front of us, is the only thing separating us from what sounds like a million screaming people. How odd that I couldn't hear them from the driveway.
"I don't understand- where are we?" I ask, looking around, trying to find any sign of Mike or Mr. McCullen. Behind me are five guys all tuning their various instruments. Massive speakers and amplifiers are spread throughout the stage, and in front of me is a microphone resting on its stand.
"Well, we are at the stadium, of course! Desmond is supposed to go out in just a few minutes, but he won't come out of his dressing room. There are 30,000 people out there waiting for a concert. You have to take his place, Nate! You are the only one who can fill his shoes."
"I look down at my clothes. I am suddenly dressed in black leather pants and a white t-shirt. Someone pushes me up toward the front of the stage, just as the curtain starts to rise.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's give it up for... NATE ROCKS!"
"Wait, I..."
The spotlight shines directly on me, and I stare out at the crowd. Masses of people are jumping up and down cheering- chanting my name over and over again.
I look behind me and nod at the band, grabbing the microphone. The band starts playing an unfamiliar tune, yet I sing the words, as if I have been performing my entire life. I feel completely at ease, getting into the music, jumping up on the speakers, interacting with the cheering crowd. The color spotlights follow my every move.
I grab the spare electric guitar I see in the corner and play an amazing solo. There are full size screens on each side of me streaming video of my performance, for those who can't see the stage. After the first song ends, I wait for a lull in the roar of the crowd.
"Thank you!" I yell into the audience. "You may have noticed I am not Desmond Harper." The crown starts laughing and cheering all over again.
"Unfortunately, Desmond isn't able to perform tonight, but if it's okay with you, I thought I'd hang out with you guys tonight."
Once again, the audience erupts into cheers and screams. The band plays song after song, and I completely rock the crowd, leaving them begging for more. After three encores, the curtain goes down, ending the show.
FUN BONUS CONTEST!
Is there a scene in a story that you would just love to see come to life? Send us one paragraph that describes a scene from your favorite middle grade book, and Nate will put his pencils to work. We'll choose a scene that we think is awesome and feature it on Fairday's Blog. Not only will you get to keep the sketch, but you'll be famous!
You can send in your scene description to: haightjess@gmail.com.
If you want to find out what's going on in Nate's head, stop by the
Character Book Club and get ready for some hilarity! Don't worry, you don't have to eat the Sunday Surprise. ~ DMS
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