A/N- This is my first attempt at a story on fanfiction, so it may not be the best thing ever written. I'm also not the greatest writer, and my computer is mental, so bare with me.

Summary-Richard, Roy,Vic, and Gar, your everyday garage band, Aftershock,try out for a Battle of the Bands competition, looking to make it big time! They make friends and foes. Will things go as planned?

Disclaimer- I don't own Teen Titans or any of the awesome songs mentioned in the story.

The closest thing I own to the songs is my computer full of them, and my crappy iPod.

Now, on to the story!!

Enjoy!!


"Where is he!?" asked Roy Harper, trying to fix his hair.

He, Richard Grayson, and Victor Stone were waiting for their other band member, Garfield Logan, so they could practice. They were in a band called Aftershock, and they couldn't practice without their keyboard player.

"Were you not paying attention when he said he had to run to his house real quick? Or were ya too busy messin' with your hair?" replied Vic, the drummer of the group.

Vic was very tall, around six feet, five inches tall. He had very dark skin, with a bald head. He had very big muscles too. He could also whip anyone's butt in video games.. When he isn't practicing with his band, he helps his dad fix up cars at his garage. Oh, how he loved his life.

"Well sorry! At least I have hair! And, no I didn't hear him! Why did he have to go home!?" asked/shouted Roy, standing up to face Vic.

"He forgot his sheet music!"

"That's surprising!"

Roy could sometimes be short tempered. He had bright red hair and brown eyes. (A/N: I forgot what color they were so let's just go with that!). He was the bass player and back-up singer of the group. He sometimes helps write songs too. He came up with the name Aftershock. He also loved archery.

"Guys, shut up!! I'm trying to finish my freakin' song but I can't do that with you guys yelling!!!" screamed Richard, sitting at a table, looking frustrated.

Richard was the band leader. He played the guitar and was the lead singer and song writer. His adoptive father is Bruce Wayne, president of Wayne Enterprises and billionaire. Richard had black ebony hair that was usually spiked up. He was about six feet tall and had deep sapphire blue eyes. And right now, he was getting ticked off.

"Sorry," they replied in unison.

"But he really does need to hurry up," said Roy.

As if on cue, Gar comes crashing through the door, music in his hand.

Roy glared at him.

"Heh heh...Sorry I'm late..?" he said weakly.

Garfield Logan, the keyboarder, the jokester, and vegan of the group. He was short, coming in at a whopping five foot five inches, with green steaks in his hair. He loves animals and had a part-time job volunteering at the zoo.

"It's about time grass-stain! We were 'bout to start without you!" scolded Vic.

"There! I'm done with our new song! It's called 'Headstrong'" said Richard, very cheerfully. He was an awesome song-writer. Waaay better than Gar's songs about ninjas and tofu!

He gave them each a copy of the lyrics and the notes on how to play it. I guess you could say he was really proud of himself.

"Alright! Let hears it!" cheered Vic.

Richard got out his red and black '92 Les Paul, got his amp, and started playing his notes so they could understand the rhythm like he always does.

"Circling your, circling your, circling your head,

Contemplating everything you ever said

Now I see the truth, I got doubt
A different motive in your eyes and now I'm out
See you later
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we're headstrong
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can't give everything awaaay
I won't give everything away

Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best
I see you're full of shit, and that's alright
That's how you play, I guess you'll get through every night
Well now that's over
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)
Well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

Conclusions manifest, your first impressions got to be your very best
I see you're full of shit, and that's alright
That's how you play, I guess you'll get through every night
Well now that's over
I see your fantasy, you want to make it a reality paved in gold
See inside, inside of our heads (yeah)

Well now that's over
I see your motives inside, decisions to hide

I know, I know all about

I know, I know all about

I know, I know all about

I know, I know all about your motives inside, and your decision to hide

Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong
Headstrong we're headstrong
Back off I'll take you on
Headstrong to take on anyone
I know that you are wrong and this is not where you belong
I can't give everything awaaaay
I won't give everything awaaay..
he finished off the song with a guitar solo.

"That song is awesome!!!!", yelled Roy. "Probably one of the best ones you've written!" he continued.

"Yea dude, that song rocks!!" said Gar with a grin. "I really like your song 'Still Frame' too." (A/N: both by Trapt : )

"Yea that ones cool too" agreed Roy.

"Well I'm glad you like them! That why I'm the song writer and not Gar. I have that kind of ability…instead of ninjas and tofu…" said Richard with a smirk.

"Yo guys! Look at this!" said Vic, motioning them to go over to where he was. "It's a flyer for a Battle of the Bands competition. Auditions are Saturday at Gotham Hall. Winner gets to get a record deal!" he said extremely excited.

"Dudes, we should defiantly join it! We are awesome!! With a writer like Richie and awesome players like us we could totally win!" exclaimed Gar overly excited.

"Yea, we should. It'll give us some competition and we could meet some hot babes along the way," said Roy, a little too confident.

Richard smacked the side of his head. "Music Roy. Not girls," he told him. "Whatever man! I'm sure we could find some girls that liked us. Not to mention hot ones!" Everybody sighed and rolled there eyes. (A/N: That rhymed!)

"Okay, well are we gonna do it or not? 'Cause we gotta be ready by Saturday and it's… Wednesday," asked Richard.

"Heck yea we're doin' it!" replied Vic, obviously thrilled.

"Alright then. Do you guys wanna spend the night here or what? 'Cause Bruce has a business trip and I got the house to myself," asked Richard. He was also very excited, and hopeful they would make the competition.

"Sure," they replied all together.

They practiced a little more of the songs they already knew completely and tried to perfect them. Then everyone got tired and went inside. They stayed up till 2:30am. Gar was hyped up on coffee and running around the mansion in a top hat and Mountain Dew boxers (just picturing that would be funny!). Richard was working on another song and almost finished it. Roy was reading Sports Illustrated (sigh) and Vic was chasing Gar. Yup. A normal night with four guys.

Eventually they all went to sleep, excited for Saturday.


Yay!! First chappie is complete! It may not be the best, but still, it was fun to write! Again, this is my first fan-fic so please go easy on me!!

R'n'R

Maddie :)