Prologue

"Wait, what?" Blaine Summers stared into the vanity mirror for his temporary dressing room. Staring into his manager's completely serious eyes, he knew that he wasn't given a choice but to listen to him.

"Blaine, listen to me, you write about high school and the drama that goes with it -- but you've never actually been to high school."

"I've been to high school."

"For your freshman year, you're seventeen years old, you have three months until you're officially eighteen." His manager smiled, "So, you're going to high school. And you're going to give me the most honest album about high school you have ever given me. Got it?"

Blaine wasn't going to be given a choice. He grabbed his guitar and hoisted it over his shoulder. He had to prepare for his performance on Ellen. "Wait, you want me to announce that I'm going to back to school? Do you ever consider that people will notice me?"

His manager sighed before giving him a pat on the back. "You're Blaine Summers...not Justin Beiber. You can handle high school."