*Corey POV*

I walked into the garage, with excitement on my face. The band was already there. Kin and Kon were having a test of musical abilities, while Laney was chilling on the couch reading a magazine. I came in bouncing in spot while I said, "Guys, Guys, Guys!"

Laney was the first to respond, "What, Core." She laughed a bit at me.

"We won!" I said as I still bounced.

Kin and Kon started cheering and high fived each other. Kon said, "Yeah! We won!" then they both paused a minute and thought. Kin said, "Wait, what did we won."

"Only a trip to Hollywood! We are playing the annual Hollywood rock band music feast!"

Everyone mouths were agape. Laney said, "Whoa, how did you snag that."

"There was an online contest I entered earlier this year. I got sent a letter telling me we won. Four amateur bands won and we are one of them. Plus, that's not even the best part. We, along with the other bands, get to tour the one, the only, BILLY JOE COBRA'S MANSION!" I started to squeal like a girl, but tried to cover it up.

Laney said, "That's awesome, Cores."

"I know, Lanes!" I said as I scoped her up in a bone crunching hug. I could hear the guys snickering. I looked down to see Laney's face starting to redden. I dropped Laney realizing I've been hugging her for well over a minute now. I could feel a deep blush spread across my face, but I didn't really care. I was just glad that I was going to be seeing my idol's house in person.

"Wait, who's Billy Joe Cobra?" Kin and Kon said at the same time. When realizing this they gave each other a big smile and said, "Twin Telepathy!" and began laughing.

The display would have been cool and funny if it wasn't for the fact I was too shock to respond. "Who's Billy Joe cobra?! He was the greatest Rock legend in existence!"

Kin said, "was?"

I sighed sadly, "He died a few years ago. Originally, the contest was that the bands got to hang out with him, but ever since he died they decided that instead the bands get to tour his house. We're even going get the tour from one of Billy Joe Cobra's relatives."

"They live there?" Laney asked.

"That's what I heard. He has a cousin named Spencer Wright that makes a lot of films. I've seen some of them and there actually pretty good."

Kon said, "Maybe we could convince him to help us make a music video?"

Laney looked surprised, "That's actually a good idea, Kon."

Kon looked pleased with himself.

I said, "I don't think so, the kid does zombie films and scary stuff like that. Maybe if he was with us when we raised the dead." I laughed.

Laney said, "still it would be cool to meet a relative of a rock star. So, Corey, how are we getting there?"

I pulled out four plane tickets and said, "BAM! First class tickets, Baby! Came with the letter."

Did Laney's face blush again, I thought, nah, couldn't be…

"When are we leaving." Everyone seemed to say at once with the same amount of excitement I had when I first came in.

"First thing in the morning," I said, "so everyone go home and start packing."

*Spencer POV*

"Why do we have to make this place perfect, again?" I asked Billy.

We were cleaning the entire house, even Jessica and my parents. Shanilla and Rajeev were helping out also. Right now I was cleaning the tiki room. Billy came floating over, with one hand behind his back, his eyes closed, and his other hand having a finger up, as he said, "because my bromingo, It is the annual Hollywood rock feast next week. The winners should be arriving tomorrow morning, so everything should be perfect before then. They always come here first before even checking into their hotel."

I sighed, "alright I get that, but I don't understand why they have to always come here. There are plenty of other hot spots around town they could always go to. They could go hang out with one of the Kardashians."

"Because it was a part of the inheritance deal, my young bromato."

"Inheritance deal?"

"When you're mother received the deeds to this house. That was a part of the agreement and she agreed. She thought it be fun to hold this once a year."

I rolled my eyes, I figured my mom would do something like that, but I couldn't blame her, it was fun except that I always seemed to get picked with the jerk wad bands and none of the cool ones. But we always had a big party at the end of the day where I could hang out with my friends and meet the other bands. A lot of them were pretty cool to hang out with, but there was always that one band that was complete annoying or would start something with the other bands. It never ended well.

I said, "Alright, dude. What bands are coming?"

Billy took out a list and put on some glasses as he read the names off, "The Newmans, Stilt Worship, Pitiful Civilian, and Grojband." Billy squinted at the paper, "huh?"

"What?" I looked at my ghostified friend as a swept the ground.

"This says The Newmans and Grojband are from the same town. Some place called Peaceville."

I was shocked, "How is that even possible?"

"I don't know brofesser."

"you don't think they're rival bands do you?"

"Trust me, I know they are."

"How do you know that?"

"Because that's how it is with ALL small town bands. They rival against each other. It's hard to get gigs as it is for them, so having competition is just torture for both of the bands."

"That actually makes sense, but if one of the bands start trouble they're out of here," I pointed my thumb over my shoulder.

"That's cool, Spence. You have full right to do that."

"So, who gets who?"

"Jessica gets The Newmans, Your mom gets Stilt Worship, Your dad gets Pitiful Civilian, and you get Grojband."

I rolled my eyes, "let's just hope they aren't Jerk wads like last year."

I looked at my watch. Jeez, it was late, I thought. I looked around the room. It looked spotless. I said to Billy, "I think it's time to sleep, Billy. It's late and we need to be up early tomorrow."

Billy looked around inspecting. He looked satisfied with the room, "I think that's a wise choice, bro. Time to hit the hay."