How to be Dark
A Grojband fanfiction by TheOmega1399
What is up ? TheOmega1399 here, and today I'm writing a fan fiction on one of my new favorite shows… Grojband!
Okay, so I've read every single fan fiction on Grojband. Only a few of them have good musical choices in them.
Grojband is a rock band with 13 year old members. One of the three things that piss me off is that people change the ages of the characters in EVERY ONE of the stories! I will never do that!
Next is how poorly written they are! My one year old niece has better grammar!
Another thing is the type of music people threw into the stories! Does Victoria Justice's Make it Shine or Jesse McCartney's Beautiful Soul sound like a rock song? A rock song? No. It SOUNDS like shit. It's like turning Thy Art is Murder into Saline Dion.
So I'm going to fix it with this story.
P.s. I'm in this story as Hunter; the point of view changes; I do own the songs in this fan fiction, because I wrote them.
How to be Dark
Corey's POV
Monday
I had just started my solo when Trina entered the garage. I tried to ignore her, I didn't want to deal with her right now. But of course, she unplugged the amp in the middle of the solo. "Wow! Nice solo, loser!" She then got into Pinktastic and drove away laughing like a maniac.
"Why is she such a bitch?" Our bass player, Laney, piped up. "She doesn't even let us finish practice when she's about to leave!" "Woah! Lanes! Don't get so hyped up! Trina's been extra evil lately. I don't know why, it's kind of creepy." I plugged the amp back in. "Girls are crazy, am I right bro?" I knuckled her in the shoulder. We messed with her like this all the time pretending she was a guy.
She kind of looked at me half-lidded. She wasn't smiling. "Umm, anyway! Kon! That drum solo was awesome!" I high fived our (slightly humungous) drummer in a celebratory fashion. His (skinnier) twin, kin, just stared at the TV. "Kin, what's up?" Kon asked the slightly hypnotized keyboard player.
Guys? (Laney frowned) I think we have a possible gig!" I squealed like a fangirl. We haven't had a gig in three weeks. "Look!" He pointed at the TV.
The TV growled at us.
"Are you ready for a hardcore blast of the heaviest music you couldn't imagine in your wildest nightmares? Are you ready to get smashed into a million little pieces in a mosh-pit? Are you ready to scream?! Well then GET. READY. FOR. THE DARKEST NIGHT! Coming this Friday!"
An address flashed at the bottom, the park in Downtown, Peaceville!
Hunter's POV
"Oh. My. God. I'm there!" I muttered as I placed my mic back onto it's stand and rushed out of the house. I had been watching TV while screaming along to Asking Alexandria, and I saw the concert ad for "The Darkest Night". I was going to be there if it was the last thing I did.
I ran full-speed to the ticket booth at the park and bought one ticket. What, did you expect an emo kid in a place called Peaceville to be popular? "100 dollars for one ticket, daaaaamn this better be worth it." I grumbled.
This should be good…
"Hmm? It's Grojband. I guess they want to perform. Corey can scream? I approached the band that the entire town knew for rejecting once-in-a-lifetime opportunities. "Hey guys." Yeah almost the whole town was in on the Laney's-a-guy joke. I needed to tell them about the genre they'd need to master by Friday.
Laney's POV
Some dude came up to us right after we got a spot at The Darkest Night. He was dressed in black, he had his hair dyed black and worn over his eye, and he had a spiked cuff on his right wrist. I guessed he was just at the ticket booth. "Hey guys." He greeted us casually. "Hi dude. What's up?" Corey answered with a grin.
"You do know what kind of music to play at the concert right? This is an EGS show." He said in a concerned voice. "EGS?" I echoed. "Emo/Goth/Scene concert." We all stared at him. "Alright? So what do we play?" Kin inquired. The guy took out his phone and started playing some music.
All I heard was:
RAAAAAAAWR!
RAWR RAWR RAWR!
RAWR RAAAAWR!
RAAAAAAAAAAAAAWR!
I was taken aback at the vocals. He was the first to break the awkward silence after the song. "Yeah, you probably couldn't understand the lyrics. My mic was fucky that day." Now I was really taken aback. HE wrote the song?! The lyrics might have been a mystery but the music was so powerful that it scared me!
Corey's POV
Wow. This guy had some hardcore tastes! Kon said emo was slow and depressed. I guessed that either he was totally wrong, or that emo had many styles of music in one folder. "Hey guy, what's your name?" I asked him, we probably needed some help. "My name's Hunter. I know you guys already."
"Alright, Hunter, can you come to my garage during our practice later?"
"Sure"
"Okay, see you then!" I said as he turned to leave.
Hunter's POV
Did I just get invited to the local band's practice to talk? I think so. Eh, I'm not a fangirl. I'm probably just hungry. All of these thoughts crossed my mind as I made myself some mini pizza bagels once I got home. I knew when they practiced because I could hear them from my house across the street. I sat down and ate as I worked on a song I'd started last night. I'm glad I wrote singing in normal letters and screaming in italics. Otherwise the songs would sound weak.
Why will everybody cry
When a killer's victim dies
They are in a better place
No one cried, but so am I
I lived with so much pain
I felt so fucking drained
I'm losing everything
Am I going insane
Cry me a river
Distill me
Take me to the ER
And KILL ME
I hear the word of God
And my tears are dried and gone
Dying in fear is underrated
It's better than living long, and jaded
Take all of this happiness
And fill the space with emptiness
I burn the fire
I drown the sea
Fuck it all
It's all so mainstream
I have nightmares
In my daydreams
Kill the liars
You'll be left with me
I only sleep at dawn
So I wake up at night
To see the darkest hour
Spread my wings, take flight
Cry me a river
Distill me
Take me to the ER
And KILL ME
I hear the word of God
And my tears are dried and gone
Dying in fear is underrated
It's better than living long, and jaded
Send me away to grave yards
I'll only sleep with bodies
I'm slowly losing my sanity
I'll bury myself, and let the corpses rot me
Okay. That's what I had so far; I needed a breakdown to pull it all together. I had practiced this song a lot of times. I finished my pizza bagels in a hurry and ran out the door when I heard the band playing.
To be continued…
So how did I do? Please review, I need the feed back of the readers. And remember, I LOVE FLAMES! So complain at me like a bunch of preps at a BMTH concert! This is rated M only for the language and fights. I'm not going to be a story-with-lemon-writer until later. But I'll start sometime. Anyway, read, review, and (yes I'm still saying it after my name change) stay dark.