I watch Corey as he plays a few riffs on his guitar. If only he could write his own lyrics then we would be big. He's so clueless, and that's so cute. His plans to get lyrics from his sister are always fun. I will never tell him that, though. It's just one of my dirty little secrets.
"What do you think, Lanes?" Corey asks.
"It was great, Core," I say.
"Great! Now all that we need are the lyrics."
"I don't suppose that you'll actually come up with them instead of stealing them from Trina' s diary this time," I say sarcastically. I would love to see what he can come up with on his own.
"Nope!" Figures. "WE are!"
"What?"
"I figured that we might as well at least TRY to write our own songs and I want to write one with you, Lanes."
"That's great, Core!"
A/n I do not own Grojband. This one will actually be a story and not a one shot. This is just the prologue. The next chapter will be longer.