Chapter 1: The Decline of America
(Disclaimer! I own nothing of Grojband or Green Day!)
A young girl with pink hair was waiting for her new brother to come.
"Trina, the child is ready," said a nurse.
Trina came in and saw that her new baby brother had been born…. But at a price.
Her mother lied dead and the young boy was crying and had no one to take care of him.
Trina cried because she knew she had lost her mother and father and she was an only child.
However she knew that she had to take care of the child on her own.
Trina picked the baby up and cradled him.
"Don't worry, big sister is here," she said as he rocked him to sleep.
She started to sing.
Song of The Century:
Trina: Sing us a song of the century
That's louder than bombs
And eternity
The era of static and contraband
That's leading us into the promised land
Tell us a story that's by candlelight
Waging a war and losing the fight
They're playing the song of the century
Of panic and promise and prosperity
Tell me a story into that goodnight
Sing us a song for me
The baby fell asleep and she smiled.
"I'll always take care of you," she said.
13 YEARS LATER….
A young boy was looking at his town.
He put on his white shirt and black vest and got a beanie for his head.
"One day this world is gonna change," he said, "Corey Riffin is gonna rock this town."
He strummed a chord and then put the guitar in his case.
"Corey, you'll be late for your guitar lesson!" called Trina. Corey ran downstairs.
"Have a good day," she said smiling and reading her diary.
"Another day another breakdown," said Corey.
21st Century Breakdown
Corey: Born into Nixon, I was raised in hell
A welfare child where the teamsters dwelled
The last one born and the first one to run,
My town was blind from refinery sun
My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
Corey and Chorus: 21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline
Corey walked around and saw a lot of people doing their usual thing as kids.
Young teen: I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Children: Video games of the Tower's fall
Homeland security could kill us all
Corey: My generation is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
Corey and Chorus: 21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I'm losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline
Corey saw that he was running late and saw a clock. He decided to take the scenic route to get there earlier.
Corey: We are the class of the class of thirteen
Born in the era of humility
Chorus: We are the desperate in the decline
Raised by the bastards of 1969
Corey: My name is no one, your long lost son
Born on the fourth of July
Raised in the era of heroes and cons
That left me for dead or alive
Young girl: I am a nation, a worker of pride
My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands there a means to an end
Is all that I have to show
Corey: I swallowed my pride and choked on my faith
I've given my heart and my soul
I've broken my fingers and I've lied through my teeth
The pillar of damage control
Young Teens: I've been to the edge
And I've thrown the bouquet of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the waiting room, wasting my time
And waiting for Judgment Day
Children: I praise liberty
The freedom to obey
Is the song that strangles me
Well don't cross the line
Corey made it before his lesson started and smiled. He did a victory guitar solo to celebrate.
Corey: Oh, dream, America, dream
I can't even sleep
From the light's early dawn
Oh, scream, America, scream
Believe what you see
From heroes and cons
(And thus begins the story of how a young boy began a revolution and changed his town and quite possibly the world. What will happen? How will Corey make this change, and will he do it alone? Tune in and find out!)