A/N: My first Grojband Fic! I decided to go with something not cliche like Corey finally realizing that Laney has feelings for him. Oh, no. Also, I'm somewhat musically ignorant, so you may proceed to maul me if I make mistakes. Also, sorry if this is a bit short; this is a prologue, after all. I don't own Grojband.
It was just a normal day in Peaceville: a sunny warm day, birds chirping, and overall, nice and quiet. Except, of course, for the fact that Grojband is finding their next gig to land in. The members may be sixteen now, but they still need to rely on their sole source of lyrics if they wanna still be Peaceville's number one band!
"Guys, I just got a best idea ever!" Corey calls out to the other three, running into the garage that serves as their headquarters.
"Gee, what is it now, Core? Video game rock again?" Laney deadpans, reminding him of the last time their crazy little schemes got out of hand.
"Nope! This time, we're going Viking, guys!" the blue-haired leader corrects, whipping out Viking costumes for everyone. "There's this Norwegian metal band coming to town and I saw a flyer hanging out on a post. Turns out that they want an opening act! Not to mention they sound pretty kick-butt in Norwegian!" he explains, a smug smile on his face.
Kin and Kon squeal in excitement, putting on the costumes eagerly. "Lemme see the flyer, dude!" Kon squeals again, wondering who the band is.
"Sure. Knock yourselves out, guys!" Corey shrugs, giving the brothers the flyer. In the years that Grojband existed, the guys went through some crazy changes. The boys' voices were especially deeper now and they don't exactly have the same sense of fashion anymore. They took on a more mature fashion sense; rather than the punk rock style clothes the band used to wear, their clothes show a more classic rock vibe now, with jeans and mellower t-shirts now. They're also going through zits and the like.
"Ooh, so we're gonna be playing the opening act for Arvinger?! Those guys are the gods of Viking metal!" Kin praises, raising a fake battle ax. The two brothers then start drifting off into their fantasy land.
Of course, Laney isn't looking forward to this, mainly because of one thing. "Core, we don't even have lyrics! How are we gonna get lyrics in Norwegian, of all languages? And Core, Norwegian metal bands actually don't dress up as Vikings!"
Corey rubs his chin, thinking of an idea. Lo and behold, the idea was... "Simple! We get Trina to go into Diary Mode and get lyrics from there! It's always worked for us, right?" he asks.
"But those were in English, Corey! There's no way we can translate all that into Norwegian!" the redhead bassist objects, putting on a Viking helmet. "I'll admit, though: these helmets are pretty kick-butt."
"Not to worry, Lanes!" he reassures her, getting into her face. "We'll get a translator! Even though there's little to no chance of anyone that can speak Norwegian in Peaceville, we'll find someone!" He steps back a bit, thinking of ways to get Trina riled up.
Meanwhile, Trina is on the other side of the door listening to their plan. "Ugh! I can't let those dweebs, like, play icky foreign sounds!" She grits her teeth, wondering how to sabotage this little scheme of theirs. "This is so gonna ruin my chances of getting the hunky Nick Mallory, Mina!" she hisses at her minion.
"Oh! Maybe we can act our stereotypes! Scare the Vikings away!" Mina suggests, following Trina as she stomps off into her room.
"And how will that work?" asks the pink brat, eyebrow raised.
"I heard once that everyone hates America because of the general population. Lazy people, high rates of obesity, the rednecks giving us a bad name... You name it, they hate it!" the nerd explains. "So we act out the stereotypes, especially the one of being ignorant and prideful racists," she further clarifies.
With that, Trina grins evilly, a plan hatched in her head. "Mina, you're so totes great at making sabotaging plans." They then leave to kickstart their plans, unbeknownst to Corey and the gang.
A/N: Oh, goodness, this won't end well. Know this, though: I don't hate America, seeing that I'm American myself. Also, Arvinger is a real band. Check out their album Helgards Fall; judging from the songs I heard, it's pretty sick! Warning: it is in Norwegian. Anyways, tell me how I did in keeping the characters' personalities intact. As Corey says, thanks for coming out, everyone!