We are practicing a few riffs before Corey suddenly stops and something goes flying across the room.
"My guitar pick broke. You guys can stay here while I go buy another one. It shouldn't take to long to get another one." He grabs some cash from his bag and leaves. I begin to get annoyed after an hour. Kin and Kon decided to make and throw paper airplanes and Kin is calculating how far they go and how they're made. I guess I can take a nap until Corey gets back. I lay down and close my eyes. After five minutes, I hear Corey's garage door open. Finally.
"What are you losers doing here?" Great. It's Trina, not Corey. I might like Corey, but his sister is a whole other story.
"We're waiting for Core. He had to go get another guitar pick because his broke," I explain and Trina starts laughing.
"If only it was his guitar that broke. Come on, Nina, we have Nick Mallory pictures to look at. Hashtag hotness." They leave. And now we go back to waiting. The garage door to opens agian after another hour.
"I'm back," Corey exclaims.
"I thought that you said that it wouldn't take that long," I say.
"Sorry. I got this really cool guitar pick, though." He digs around his pockets and takes out a blue and white guitar pick that looks kind of weird. I can quite place my finger on what's so weird about it, though.
A/n I do not own Grojband. The next chapter will be longer.