A/N: As you know, I don't own Grojband. Also, a nice little fun fact about Arvinger: they're apparently a Christian Viking band. Well, would ya look at that, huh? I personally didn't know till the middle of typing this chapter, so I'll be trying to stray from the religious messages (I am Christian, but not the crazy-type Christian) even though most of you don't know Norwegian!
"Alright, Mina. We gotta find this band," Trina grumbles.
"There's a bunch of these flyers hanging around, Trina! Here," Mina says, giving her a flyer. The gig is set to be at Sludgefest, which is the biggest, muddiest fun in Peaceville, held annually.
"Excellent... Mina! Get ready, because we're going backstage to meet this dorky band!" Trina smiles evilly. "Do you have your redneck accent ready?"
"I'm always ready in 'Murica, Treeena!" Mina replies, drawling at Trina's name.
"Good," Trina nods, dragging Mina along to sabotage the gig.
The band's on stage, practicing their songs. To Trina, it sounds like they're just screaming, not singing.
"Like, gross! They think that's singing? That's so icky!" Trina complains.
"I think that's sorta cool, actually," comments Mina, hoping to lighten up the mood. The general beat and sound does sound pretty heavy, with hints of folk in it.
"What did you say?!" demanded Trina, her eyes flashing red.
"I-I mean, it's sad that they think that's singing," replies Mina nervously.
"Let's go, Mina," orders Trina. She walks out to the front of the stage, leading the two-man-band to think that they're fans eager to hear how they sound. "Hey, you two! We don't like you Viking folk around our kids! We don't want you to corrupt their innocent little souls, you war-loving beasts!"
Hauk and Djerv, the two members of the band, look at them curiously. They apparently don't understand much English, so they whisper to each other in Norwegian. Eventually, the two smile at them, continuing to play.
Trina drops her jaw. How could her plan not work? They tried insulting them, but they only smiled at them. The two slink back and Trina seethes in anger. "What happened, there, Mina?!" she whispers fiercely into Mina's ear.
"Honestly, I didn't know, Trina!" Mina whispers back nervously. "Try something else?"
Trina rubs her chin, absorbing what Mina said. "Like what?"
"Well, it's said that bands like these sing about Vikings or legends associated with the,, so assume that they're modern-day Vikings and pile on the Viking stereotypes onto them," suggests Mina.
"Fine, but this better work, Mina," the pink brat hisses. She comes up to them and starts out trying to sabotage them. "Hey, you two! Go back to Scandinavia, you wild savages!"
"Gosh, I bet those instruments they're using are actually weapons in disguise," drawls Mina, using her best redneck impersonation.
"Ya know, you're absolutely right, Mina!" Trina agrees. "And look how scrawny the one guy is in comparison to a real Viking! And one let himself go badly. Hmph."
Mina goes on to say, "Where are their skull cups? Don't you drink from the skulls of your slain enemies?"
Unfortunately for the two, they simply ignore them, too focused to impress them. They don't even notice Trina's face reddening from anger. "They're ignoring us, Mina!" she growls.
Mina shakes in fear, reassuring her about the sabotage attempt. "We s-still have a f-few more s-stereotypes, Tr-Trina!"
"Right, right. Where are your horned helmets, guys? Real Vikings wear them! And did you dye your hair? They're not blonde!" shouts Trina.
"I'm surprised you didn't kill everyone in Peaceville yet!" Mina adds. "Speaking of Peaceville citizens, we all hate you! You don't belong here, too, you dirty mutts!"
Even after all that, the stereotypes didn't seem to faze them at all. In fact, it now feels like they aren't there at all.
Trina storms off, dragging Mina along with her. "Okay, so driving them off didn't work...so we'll give that band what for by ruining the instruments!"
"Uhh... Maybe the stereotypes would work if they understood English in the first place..." Mina realizes.
"Shut it! So here's the plan: we sneak into backstage and while they're on break, we'll ruin their instruments," explains the nineteen-year-old she-devil.
"That's a really simple plan. How are we gonna get into backstage?" the unfortunate girl fearfully asks.
"Everything will be revealed in due time, Mina," Trina obliquely hints, leaving the two-man band to practice.
"I dunno if I like this, Trina... This seems a little risky and just a tiny bit dangerous," Mina warns.
Trina glares daggers at her, forcing her servant/"friend" to explain.
"Well, what if we get caught? Mayor Mellow might ban us from Sludgefest and any other Peaceville event!" she explains, raising her hands up defensively. Throughout three years, Trina's treatment of Mina has grown slowly, but progressively, worse, leading poor Mina Beff to resort to total obedience; only now during the past few hours has she started to shake off her proverbial shackles of submission and back into her old life. "I'm just saying Trina, this might not even work and not only will the band play in the gig if this plan goes wrong, but we'll suffer the consequences..."
"...Mina, surely you hope to continue being my friend. If you stop, I swear, it'll only bite you in the butt later in life!" Trina threatens.
Well, so much for convincing her otherwise, Mina tells herself. "Right. It...it won't happen again, Trina," she sighs.
"Good, now let's think of a plan for us to go backstage," Trina smiles.
"Oh! We can ask for backstage passes from our friends! I bet even Nick Mallory has a few!" suggests Mina, putting on a fake smile.
"Good idea, Mina! Oh, Nick Mallory!" Trina calls out in a singsong voice, hearts in her eyes.
A/N: Gah, sorry for the pitifully short chapter again, guys. I'm having some crazy writer's block, so this isn't my best chapter. That and I'm also writing two other fics, so I so apologize sincerely for the painfully slow updating! I also apologize to those of Scandinavian origin for use of stereotypes in this chapter. I felt a little uncomfortable typing this chapter up, but the storyline demands some stereotyping.
