The band gets into their costumes, raring to go. Grojband has only up until the end of this week to get lyrics and show Arvinger that they're fully capable of playing an opening act for them!

"Guys, we have a good amount of time of getting our lyrics and proving them that we're awesome at opening acts! Yaaaar! It's Monday and we have till Saturday. The concert's on Sunday. Which means we have six days to get our lyrics!" Corey reasons, being his usual confident self. Also, he's been testing out his Viking war cry, which would have been terrible if he had been thirteen instead of sixteen, what with his deeper voice now.

"So how are we gonna get Trina so riled up?" Laney asks, spinning her helmet around.

"Hmm... Well, this is when we start planning," explains the leader. "Knowing Trina, she REALLY hates anything that sounds foreign. And she wants to get Nick Mallory, right? So all we gotta do is play foreign music while she's trying to get Nick," he adds, smiling smugly. "That'll scare Nick and she'll be so angry, that'll whip up some wicked lyrics!"

"Seems easy enough, I guess," Laney deadpans, watching Kin and Kon trying to wreck the garage.

"You will DIE, Asgeir!" Kin shouts at Kon, raising the fake battle axe.

"Hah! You desire a foolish death, Eyvind! Your death will be naught to Odin!" Kon retorts, raising his own fake axe. The two brothers charge at each other, expecting a spectacular fight. Being that the axes are nowhere near real, though, the can only whack each other.

Laney sighs, mumbling, "I'm stuck with a bunch of idiots sometimes..."

Across the street, a dinky little car, full of stuff, drives into the garage. Two girls, one distinctly older than the other, step out of the car.

The older girl sighs in exasperation, not in the mood to move all the stuff into their new house. "Eileen, you help me move all this junk into the house," she tells Eileen, the apparent younger girl.

"Hey, no fair! You're just gonna make me do all of it for ya, sis!" huffs Eileen, somehow managing an eerily calm attitude and a sleepy and peaceful appearance. In her eyes, though, the indignation is strong.

"I said, 'move it'!" hisses her sister, hard brown eyes glaring back with equal ferocity.

"Fine, fine..." Eileen growls, blowing her brunette hair off to the side. She grabs a box and kicks open the door to the house.

This goes on for a good hour or two before she finally plops down onto the bed, absolutely exhausted from doing the sheer manual labor she did for her sister. Luckily, the last thing she grabbed from the car is her electric guitar, so she can just sit up and start playing to annoy the demon of a boss that is her sister Ariel when she rests up enough.

Man, I wish I could be the boss of her, she tells herself, strumming a bit. Their parents are often away for a long time, leaving her at the mercy of the wretched witch. If only they didn't originate from some relatively obscure Southeast Asian country on the other side of the earth, if only they didn't have to spend so much time there... Maybe then, she wouldn't be bullied around by Ariel.

Sighing, Eileen sits up a bit, playing her cover of the song Final Wars by Buckethead, partially for fun, partially to annoy the happiness out of Ariel. She only wishes that she plugged her guitar into the amp to make it nice and loud. Granted, it sounds relatively loud due to the quietness of the house, but it'd be even better if she plugged the guitar into the amp.

"What is that godawful trash that's being played in the house?!" shrieks Ariel, rubbing her temples. When she sees that it's Eileen, she rages. "Go into the garage where your trash belongs, you worthless piece of junk!" she commands, her voice absolutely dripping with poison and burning like fire.

Knowing that she can't deny, the young guitarist goes into the garage like she was told to. The joys of being me, she thinks, stopping tears from flowing. Eileen's only seventeen years old, but her sister's far on the other end, being 35 years old. Eileen could easily lie and tell everyone that Ariel's her mom, but she bites her tongue at the very thought of that. Would it seriously do good to lie just to land her sister into jail? After all, Ariel doesn't hit her around, she gives her food and a place to sleep. She gives her clothes.

It's just that she bullies her around in the one of the worst ways possible: slamming words of the most negative connotations into her ears. So she plays, this time playing her own songs. "Sometimes I wonder if I can amount to anything just like all those rock superstars. I wanna get outta this wretched cage, I wanna ditch all I've known!" she sings, hitting Skillet-like vocals at the last note.

On the other side of the street, Laney looks up upon hearing Eileen. "Hey, guys! Just shut up for a minute!" she barks.

"Yeah, Lanes?" Corey asks.

"Listen. See that girl across the street? Core, she writes her own lyrics! That and she crazy vocals for a girl! I thought it was a boy that's oddly high-pitched, to be honest," the spunky bassist comments.

Corey scratches the back of his head, unsure what to think of the lyrics. "Dunno, Lanes. That sounds sorta...heavy," the impulsive leader admits.

Laney facepalms, explaining, "That's not the point, Corey. Point is, you gotta learn how to write your own lyrics. Kin, Kon, whaddya guys think of the girl's lyrics?"

"Personally, just change the lyrics and keep the tune, it might be Viking metal material," Kin states.

"More screaming!" adds Kon.

"Guys, metal in general isn't about screaming. Anyways, she sounds a bit like Skillet, to be honest. She needs a heavier sound," Laney admits, a bit of disdain in her voice. "Maybe something like early Metallica. How about we go over to her and give her a good lesson on what real metal's like?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Laney, we gotta be calm and welcoming to the new girl in town. Besides, she sounds like she's in a niche all to her own. Peaceville is, well, peaceful. Not full of rocking metalheads! So no need to worry about her stealing our target audience!" Corey asserts, totally fine with a new guitarist in town.

"Fine," groans the rest of the group.

"Well, I guess it could have been worse. She could have joined The Newmans," Laney admits, smiling a bit.

"So let's come on over and introduce us to ourselves!" Corey smiles, running over to the other side of the street. "Welcome, new girl in town! I'm Corey and my slowpoke friends are coming over. We're Grojband, Peaceville's number one band!"

"Sweet. The name's Eileen. I'm a guitarist, but I fly solo," the girl nods.

Kin and Kon are the first to reach Eileen, spurred on by her geeky clothes: a Princess Leia hoodie, white pants, and even white boots to complete the get-up!

"Whoa... It's as if we're really meeting the Princess of Alderaan!" squeals Kon.

"Heh. Yeah, I got it for a Halloween gift. Wore this the next day and I was the talk of my school. Some said I shoulda got an award for that!" Eileen laughs.

"The big guy's Kon and the little guy's Kin. They're pretty cool dudes," Corey introduces.

"Only problem: if you wanna be famous, ya gotta ditch the geek outfit. No one's gonna take ya seriously if ya dress like that," comments the rather blunt redhead.

"I-I'm working on it..." she mumbles, looking down a bit. "I don't need any more criticism than I already have..."

"Wait, what? Dude, we heard you play! You're good!" objects Corey, pointing a finger to emphasize his point. 'Who'd criticize a good work like yours?"

"My sister," she answers.

"Oh, gosh... Didn't really realize that. I thought I heard some yelling over there," explains Laney.

"Oh, no, no. No problem at all. So... It was nice meeting ya guys. Corey, Kin, Kon, and..." she trails off.

"Laney. Laney Penn," the bassist states.

"Right, right. See ya guys around," the guitarist says, going back inside.

Little did Corey know, Laney's cooking up a plan to make Eileen teach Corey how to write his own lyrics.

A/N: Sorry for the lack of Trina, folks! I really wanted to use this chapter to introduce my OC, Eileen! Also, if you've heard the names Skillet and Metallica oh so many times before, that means I got unfortunately bored looking for good and unique metal (well, technically Skillet's hard rock, I think) on Encyclopaedia Metallum. Sorry! I own only Eileen and I don't own Grojband.