"Well, well... What have we here?"

Priscilla groaned in pain and rubbed the back of her head. Seeing a shadow cast on her, the young Pop Troll looked up and immediately wished she hadn't. The Troll standing before her clearly belonged to the genre of Rock. She was a muddy-red Troll with a red mohawk, pink-red eyes, heavy black makeup, a torn-up white tank top, leather bottoms, and fishnet stockings (her right had been torn). Glancing behind the Rock Troll, she saw a violet-grey Troll standing to the right (left from her point-of-view) of her and who awkwardly waved hi at her. He had long black hair, an oddly large pink nose, a black beanie hat that covered his eyes, a jean vest, a white undershirt, a pair of torn black pants, a pair of fingerless leather gloves, and a red hankerchief with a skull print tucked into his pants. To her left (right from her point-of-view) stood a muddy-blue Troll with dull blue hair, red-pink eyes, three earrings on both ears, a leather vest above a leopard patterned unitard, a pair of knitted fingerless gloves, and a pair of fishnet stockings. She also wore an apathetic expression on her face, hinting that she wasn't on board with Barb's world tour or (at the very least) not interested in the slightest.

She had no idea how she had gotten into this predicament as quickly as possible. One moment she was secretly crawling the vents with Harper, Mandy, Moxie, and Aspen, the next she was on the floor surrounded by debris and a group of smug Rock Trolls. Talk about misfortune at the worst possible moment.

"Q...Queen Barb?"

"That's right," The middle Rock Troll smiled in confirmation as she crossed her arms, "Who's asking?"

"M-Me," Priscilla slowly stood up and raised her hands in innocence, "Just me. My name is Priscilla and I'm..."

"A Pop Troll?" Barb nodded for her to continue.

"Yeah, and that's why I'm here."

"Oh, so you've wised up against your own kind? You've abandoned the losing side and joined the winning side. Is that what this is?"

"Umm, in a way. It's complicated."

"I see. I would ask you to uncomplicate it, but it's too complicated already."

"Well, it's more like... I was surprised when I, along with the other members of the Pop Tribe, found out there were other Trolls besides us. So I ran away from Pop Village to find the genre that interested me the most."

Barb found herself taken aback by Priscilla's elaboration, "So...us Rock Trolls interested you the most?"

Priscilla herself debated on choosing Classical or Rock as her favored genres, but ultimately decided against it with a sheepish grin, "Yeah. I wouldn't admit it."

Giving the newcomer a good examination, Barb chuckled and gestured her groupies to stand down as she approached Priscilla, "Hey, don't sweat it, kid. It's okay to be embarrassed. I would've never guessed that a Pop Troll would favor Rock, but few things in the world have surprised me. I'm impressed."

"Thank you...?" Priscilla didn't know if she should be honored or intimidated. "So... What is Rock? And what does it take to become a Rock Star?"

Barb smiled with sincere pride and turned to the violet-grey Rock Troll, "Riff? My axe."

The violet-grey Rock Troll now known as Riff complied and handed Barb her "axe", which was a black-and-red axe-shaped guitar that could function as an actual axe.

"Take the drums, too. And Carol? Backup bass."

The muddy-blue Rock Troll now known as Carol nonchalantly picked up a blue-and-white bass guitar and played the opening notes of their musical sequence, which would introduce the naive newcomer to the world of Rock N Roll.

("Rock N Roll Rules" - HAIM & Ludwig Göransson)

"So you say you wanna be a Rockstar?"

Barb took center stage as the lights around them dimmed only the golden spotlight and red back-up neon lights remained.

"Well, there's some steps you gotta take..."

She then motioned Riff and Carol to stand beside her and provide back-up vocals.

(Step 1)
You gotta know you're a star when you get up on the stage and you grab your guitar
(Step 2)
Pump your fist in the air and wait two weeks to wash your hair
(Step 3)
When you're feelin' the bass don't be afraid to give the people a face
(Step 4)
Never do what you're told because there's no rules in rock 'n' roll

Noticing Priscilla was shifting focus from her notebook and her performance, Barb playfully roll her eyes and gently snatched the notebook from her, unintentionally frightening her and forcing her to pay more attention. She had to make sure that this was a lesson worth learning.

Rock 'n' roll
(Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll rules
Rock 'n' roll
(Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll rules
Rock 'n' roll
(Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll rules
Rock 'n' roll
(Rock 'n' roll)
Don't forget never do what you're told
If you don't rock, then you're gonna get rolled

Priscilla had indeed noticed that the style and tone of Rock was very different from that of Pop, creating a dissonance from her roots and her pastime. And she liked it. No...she loved it.

(When you)
When you kick open the gates you gotta pay respect to all of the greats
(Before)
Before you're ready to play you better, better, better know your history
Punk, new wave, metal, ska
Garage, psych, hardcore, goth and prog
Surf, shoegaze, glam, emo
There's no rules in rock 'n' roll

Barb noticed this, too, as she and Carol pulled Priscilla up to her feet and launched her straight into the action. They pulled her purple suspender pants off her, leaving her naked and embarrased as she attempted to cover herself. It wasn't until a little encouraging prompted her to let loose and stand proud in the nude. A clothing rack on wheels arrived as soon as she did so, revealing a set of Rock Troll clothes.

Rock 'n' roll
(Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll rules
Rock 'n' roll
(Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll rules
Come on everybody come and sing it now!
Rock 'n' roll
(Rock 'n' roll)
Rock 'n' roll rules
Rock 'n' roll
(Rock 'n' roll)
Don't forget never do what you're told
If you don't rock, then you're gonna get rolled

One spin later, Priscilla was dressed in an elbow-length black leather jacket above a sleeveless purple bandeau, a pair of matching fingerless gloves, a pair of fishnet stockings, a single-rowed spiked collar, a matching pair of single-rowed spiked bracelets, and charcoal/smoke-colored eyeshadow. The only remnants of her Pop persona were her pink hair (which had been styled into spiked peaks) and her red glasses (otherwise, she would be blind without them).

"One last step..."

The heavy beat dropped as a lone spotlight shone upon a meek Priscilla, who watched Barb slowly approach her.

"Real quick..."

Barb slowly approached Priscilla as Carol backed up towards Riff. Watching as the Queen of Rock gently hold her by the chin, the young Pop Troll blushed in embarrassment, believing what she thought was happening in her head was about to do so in real life. Deciding to play on her expectations, Barb leaned in close as Priscilla leaned back. From a distance, Riff's jaw hung agape in shock as Carol rolled her eyes and covered his.

"Don't you forget..."

Priscilla gulped, shuddered, and closed her eyes, prompting Barb to chuckle.

"...a ripping guitar riff!"

Her eyes shooting open, Priscilla stared incredulously at Barb, who leaned back with a smirk and grabbed a guitar for her protégé to use. Examining the musical instrument in her possession, she glanced back and forth between it and her new mentor. Barb merely gestured to join the performance.

Let's rock!

Priscilla complied and did her absolute best to perform the "ripping" guitar riff.

Let's rock!

Carol was uncharacteristically impressed. Despite Priscilla being a supposed Pop Troll, she believed she could be a surefire hit for the Rock Genre.

Sing it with me!

Riff also expressed surprise at Priscilla's talent for guitar riffing. It was surprise with a hint of jealousy.

Let's rock!

Barb smiled with satisfaction. Impressed didn't even begin to describe what she was feeling about Priscilla. There was no doubt about her.

She was a natural born Rock Troll.

Rock 'n' roll!
Rock!
Rock 'n' roll!
Rock!
Rock 'n' roll!
Let's rock!
Rules!
Rock 'n' roll!
Rules!
Rock!
Rules!
Rock 'n' roll!
Rules!
Rock!
Rules!
Rock 'n' roll!
Rules! (There's no rules in rock 'n' roll...!)
Rock!
Rules!
Rock 'n' roll!
Rules!
Rock!
Rules!
Rock 'n' roll!
Rules! (There's no rules in rock 'n' roll...!)
Rock!
Rules!
Rock 'n' roll!
Rules!
Rock!
Rules!
Rock 'n' roll!
Rules! (There's no rules in rock 'n' roll...!)
Rock!
Rules!
Rock 'n' roll!
Rules!
Rock!
Rules!
Rock 'n' roll!

By that point, all of the Rock Trolls in the Angler Bus had joined in on the fun, chanting the outro along with Barb, Riff, Carol, and Priscilla. Priscilla, in particular, was lost in the bliss that the Rock 'n' Roll Genre had brought her. It almost made her forget why she was here.

Almost...

And there's nothing there's nothing there's nothing you can do
Rock 'n' roll has taken over you!

Barb's group of Rockers cheered their new member on, crowd surfing her towards Barb, who caught her and placed her down.

"Woo-hoo!" Priscilla whooped in delight, "That was awesome!"

"Priscilla," Barb chuckled as she ruffled her hair, "Welcome to the Rock Trolls!"

"ROCK AND ROLL!"

The cheers only increased once they realized who had joined the party. An elderly Rock Troll entered the scene in a motorized wheelchair; he had black hair with grey streaks, red eyes, a leather vest, black pants, and knitted fingerless gloves, giving him a Gothic appearance.

"Oh! I almost forgot!" Barb perked up, "Priscilla, this is my dad, former King Thrash!"

"Oh, okay," Priscilla bobbed a curtsy, never losing her manners, "It's a pleasure to meet you, King Thrash!"

"My people call me King Thrash," The former Rock King waved her attempts at being aristocratic, "You may call me...Grandpa Thrash!"

"Dad!" Barb cringed in humiliation as Priscilla giggled in amusement.

SCREECH!

Suddenly, a winged creature with fangs covered in glitter and bright makeup flew inside the Angler Bus. Everybody's attention was now directed towards the bat, but none were much appalled by it than Barb herself.

"Wait. Is that...Debbie?!"

A/N: For those reviews claiming that the sympathetic Troll who sang in Chapter 7 belonged in Rock, I apologize to say that he actually is not. However, he is understanding towards the other captured Trolls and joined the Rock Trolls sometime ago.

And yes, Apple Bloom... This is going to take a lot of hugs to stop the String-crazed Queen.

The next chapter will immediately follow this one, with Barb hiring the Bounty Hunters and an extra recruit.