Chapter 2: Secret plans

(Disclaimer! I own nothing of Grojband!)

Carrie went to her garage to see her friends.

"Girls," she said. "I'm a guy," said Larry

"Save it Larry," she said as she touched his cheek.

"What's going on girl?" said Konnie.

"Those grojgeeks and Trina are... are... sharing song ideas! Said Carrie.

"What?!" shouted everyone.

"I know!" said Carrie, "Its making me sick just thinking about it!"

"What are we going to do Carrie?" Larry asked.

"We're gonna keep writing songs and prove those show offs who really rock" said Carrie.

"Yeah!" The twins cheered.

This ain't a scene, Its an Arms Race (From Infinity on High)

The Newmans were plotting on how to become better than Grojband

Carrie: I am an arms dealer

Fitting you with weapons in the form of words

And I don't really care which side wins

As long as the room keeps singing

That's just the business I'm in

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race

I'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress

I'm a leading girl and the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate

I'm a leading girl and the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate

I wrote the gospel on giving up (You look pretty sinking)

But the real bombshells have already sunk (Prima donnas of the gutter)

At night we're painting your trash gold while you sleep

Crashing not like hips or cars

No, more like parties

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race

Bandwagon's full, please catch another

I'm a leading girl and the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate

I'm a leading girl and the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate

Larry: All the boys who the dance floor didn't love

Kim: And all the girls whose lips couldn't move fast enough

Sing until your lungs give out

Carrie: This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Now you)

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Wear out the groove)

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Sing out loud)

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race (Oh, oh)

This ain't a scene, it's a god damn arms race

I'm a leading girl and the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate

I'm a leading girl and the lies I weave are oh-so intricate, oh-so intricate

(Grojband transition!)

"So Corey, what songs are we using for our next gig?" Laney hopped up and down like a little girl.

"That one we just played for sure," said Corey, "That sounded awesome."

"I know," said Kin, "Your sister should write some more songs for us."

"That won't be a problem now that she's KAtrina," said Corey, "And get this. Most of those gigs, except for the gnome guy, were planned by her."

"Get out!" said Kon.

"I know," said Laney, "I never knew she was responsible for that."

Katrina was at the mall and saw Nick. "Hey Nick, I was wondering if you'd like to go to the prom with me," she said.

"With you?" he asked, "You're kidding right?" He laughed.

Then all his friends laughed and soon the whole world until it exploded.

"And that Mina is why I can't ask Nick Mallory to Prom," said Katrina.

"You do know that's all in your head right?" asked Mina.

"But it could happen," said Katrina, "What if he says no?"

"Come on, Nick likes you," said Mina, "You remember he kissed you hand in the last story."

"Careful with the 4th wall," said Katrina.

"Don't worry," said Mina, "Now I'm gonna hang up, and when I do, I want you to call Nick." Mina hung up.

Katrina sighed and looked at her picture of Nick Mallory.

7 minutes in Heaven (From Under The Cork Tree)

Katrina: I'm sleeping my way out of this one

With anyone who will lie down

I'll be fixated on one star

When the world is crashing down

I keep telling myself

I keep telling myself

I'm not the desperate type

But you've got me looking in through blinds

I keep telling myself

I keep telling myself

I'm not the desperate type

I'm sitting out dances on the wall

Trying to forget everything that isn't you

I'm not going home alone

Cause I don't do too well on my own

I'm sitting out dances on the wall

Trying to forget everything that isn't you

I'm not going home alone

Cause I don't do too well on my own

The only thing worse than not knowing

Is you thinking that I don't know

I'm having another episode

I just need a stronger dose

I keep telling myself

I keep telling myself

I'm not the desperate type

But you've got me looking in through blinds

I keep telling myself

I keep telling myself

I'm not the desperate type

I'm sitting out dances on the wall

Trying to forget everything that isn't you

I'm not going home alone

Cause I don't do too well on my own

I'm sitting out dances on the wall

Trying to forget everything that isn't you

I'm not going home alone

Cause I don't do too well on my own

I keep telling myself

I keep telling myself

I'm not the desperate type

But you've got me looking in through blinds

I keep telling myself

I keep telling myself

I'm not the desperate type

I'm sitting out dances on the wall

Trying to forget everything that isn't you

I'm not going home alone

Cause I don't do too well on my own

She stared at the picture. "Someday I'll make hunky Nick Mallory mine," said Katrina as she smiled.

She looked at the pictures of when Corey and her were kids and giggled at them.

"Wait a minute," she said, "I got a plan that just might work."

(Looks like Trina's…. I mean… Katrina's got a plan that just might work. What's it gonna be? Tune in and find out in the next chapter!)