This is my first fanfic so I ask that you be kind, but don't hold back where criticism is needed. If I mess up any of the facts, please tell me and I ask you to read and review!
I do not own Grojband or Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja. Chapter 1

It was a normal day is Peaceville. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and in a garage in the suburbs of the town, there was a band playing music. Well, they weren't playing music at the moment. Instead, they were currently arguing with the band's lead singer and guitarist, Corey's, sister, Trina.

"Keep it down you losers," she yelled from the top of the stairs at her little brother and his band. "I'm trying to get some beauty sleep so I don't look bad when I meet hunky Nick Mallory later." She clasped her hands together by her face and let the little hearts bubble up around her.

"You're gonna need more than a few hours of sleep to fix that," the lead bassist, Laney said. She glanced side-ways at Corey for his approval.

Corey laughed and fist bumped her. "Solid burn, Lanes," he said and returned his attention back to Trina.

"Whatever," she said frustrated and turning away to go back to her room. "Just keep it down or else."

The door slammed shut and she was gone.

Corey sighed and looked at his watch. "Why don't we take a break you guys," he said turning to face the three members of his band, his shoulders slightly shrugged in an apologetic way. He set down his guitar on it's stand and jumped off of the practice stage, heading for the computer.

Laney sat on the couch and watched as he opened Pandora in a window and let music play. The keyboardist and drummer twins, Kin and Kon walked out of the garage into the main house, probably heading for the kitchen to get some snacks.

Corey opened the Grojband website in another tap as he and Laney fell into a comfortable silence. Corey hadn't been so sure when the two groupies had said that they could make a website for the band, but once they had, he was rather glad to have it. It was easier to get gigs and for people to hear their music without coming to live performances.

He went to their e-mails hoping to see news about a gig around town that needed a band, but instead the only mail was from slimovits99 . Curious as to what it was, Corey opened it.

Dear Grojband,

I am William Slimovits (I'm not sure what his real first name is, so if I'm wrong, don't be hesitant to tell me), principal of Norrisville high school.

We are going to be hosting the annual 9th Grade Christmas Dance and we have no one to play. We are offering you $150 for each member of the band to play at the dance.

The dance will be held on Christmas Eve in the Norrisville High School gym, Norrisville, Illinois.

I hope to hear a good response soon.

Sincerely,

Principal Slimovits

Corey blinked at the screen. This wasn't just some rinky-dink gig that they usually got. Not only was it going to pay $600, but it was going to be out of the country, as well!

He vaguely heard the door open as Kin and Kon stepped back in before jumped out of his seat.

"Guys, I have the best news ever," he yelled and the other three jumped.

"Let me guess, a new gig," Laney said in her usual bored tone.

Corey shook his head. "Not just any gig. One that's out of the country and will pay $600!"

Kin and Kon shouted in joy and high-fived each other, but Laney was the only one to keep her head on. "What do you mean out of the country, Core," she asked.

"It's in the U.S," he explained. "It's in a town called Norrisville, Illinois. The principal of the high school there wants us to play at a dance or something."

"That's great, but how are we gonna get there," Laney questioned, jumping up from her seat. "A plane ticket round trip is almost $300 per person and we have to miss Christmas with our families," she stopped mid-sentence, "Your families anyways."

"Relax Lanes," Corey said walking over to her and wrapping his arm around her. "My parents are away on business and because of that Trina's gonna stay with Mina over Christmas."

Laney couldn't help her blush that spread across her cheeks and her heart speeding up when Corey did this. It was hard when the guy you liked had you stuck in the friend-zone and treated you like a guy on top of it all.

The band were now freshman in high-school and nothing had changed, except for a few thing with their bodies. All three of the guys had gotten a lot taller and Kon had lost some of his baby fat, but for Laney it was all the same. She stood at a whopping height of 4'6" and her chest had grown out a little, but it wasn't anything to be proud of in her eyes. She hadn't changed her hairstyle and her clothes were still the same. The only real thing that had changed was the fact that every month, Mother Nature reminded her that she wasn't a little kid anymore.

She sighed. "Okay, that takes care of one of the problems, but what about the money to get there," she asked looking up at Corey's smiling face.

"Actually," Kin spoke up, "I think Kon and I can take care of that." He smiled and him and his twin shared a side-ways smirk. "I've been able to sell some of my inventions and I've made quite a bit of money."

"And I've done a little drumming on the streets and it's brought in some cash, too," Kon said taking out his drumsticks and giving a quick demonstration in the air.

Corey and Laney clapped and Kon continued, "Plus our parents can come with us for supervision. They'll be totally cool with it."

"Sweet," Corey yelled. "Looks like we got a gig at Norrisville high school."

Norrisville

The crowd watched in awe as the ninja kicked the giant killer robot in the face, rebounded back and landed perfectly on his feet.

"Now time for a little sword action to take this sucker down," Randy thought as he pulled out his sword and ran at the robot.

"NINJA SLICE," he yelled and brought the sword down on top of the robots metal head. It split in two and as each half fell to the ground, so did the rest of it's body.

The crowd cheered and Randy threw down one of his infamous smoke-bombs. He quickly darted behind a building and took of the mask that contained all of his ninja powers. He slipped it into his pocket and came out from behind the building to meet up with Howard.

As he walked around looking for his best friend, he noticed Principal Slimovits hanging up a poster on the wall. Curious as to what it was, he walked over to read what it said.

Anual 9th Grade Christmas Dance

Featuring the one and only Grojband for entertainment!

Formal dress required and you must be either and a freshman

or invited by a freshman to go.

Christmas Eve in the Gym at 7:00pm.

Randy rubbed his chin as he thought, "This could be interesting."