A/N: I don't own Grojband, but the "lyrics" in this chapter were made up by me.

"There. I made plans with Eileen to teach you to write your own lyrics, Core," Laney reminds him.

"But just grabbing them from Trina is so much easier, Lanes!" objects Corey.

"Yeah, maybe for a small-time band like us. But what if we get famous? What if this is our lucky break?" Laney reasons. "We can't just steal words and add in a musical tune to make lyrics by then. We have to write our own."

"I...I guess you're right," he concedes.

"Good, so now you're gonna be with Eileen for an hour or so every day," the redhead bassist orders. On the inside, though, she's pretty nervous. What if he falls in love with her?, she thinks to herself, biting her lip a bit.

"That's not so bad. By the end of the week, I'll have hours of learning under my belt and we'll have something to prove to Arvinger!" the blue-haired leader smiles.

"See?" Laney asks, smiling a bit.

"My brain's so gonna thank ya for this," he jokes as he leaves the garage. Running across the street, he notices Eileen's change of clothes.

Instead of the geeky stuff she wore the first day they met, she's now wearing jeans, high-top navy-colored Converses, and a Megadeth band shirt.

"Whoa, getting darker and grittier, huh?" Corey laughs.

"Hard rock and metal's my thing, Corey," Eileen proudly boasts. "I draw my influences from Megadeth, early Metallica, Skillet..."

"Heh. Funny thing is that Lanes doesn't like Skillet," the boy explained, scratching the back of his head. "She says that if you sounded like early Metallica, she'd like ya better."

"I'm thinking of training my voice a bit to sound vaguely like them. My friends used to tell me that my rough vocals are pretty great for a girl," sighs Eileen.

"Hey, you should be proud of that! I've personally never heard a girl that can do what you do!" assures Corey.

"Heh. Thanks, I guess. Alright, so ya gotta learn to write lyrics of your own, right? Lesson one: inspiration. I get my lyrics by thinking about my own life, usually. But that's not the sole source of inspiration. You can look at the clouds and let your imagination go, ya know! Since you're trying to land a gig for being opening act for Arvinger, you're gonna need some more unorthodox sources," the Asian girl instructs, rubbing her chin a bit. "As far as I know, Arvinger is a folk and Viking band from Norway. Is there a museum in Peaceville dedicated to such a culture? Or at least a library? Worst case scenario is that we use the Internet to find our info, so either way, we can still read up on legends and the like."

"Hmm... I dunno if we do have a library here, Ei," shrugs the blue-haired boy, shaking his head a bit.

"Okay. Don't worry. We can just go on the comp and get our info there," reassures Eileen, waving of fears.

"But what about your sis?" he asks, worrying about Ariel.

"She's off at work, so no worries. Works as a clerk at a gas station here. Boring job, to be honest," snorts the geek, leading him into the house. "Alright, so we can just read various Norse legends. Easy as that. But with limited time, since I wanna write my lyrics, I'll just print the stories out. We can read a few lines and see what you come up with. Sound cool?"

"Seems okay to me. Now let's get right to it!" exclaims Corey, excited to learn how to write his own lyrics.

The house is a rather cozy little thing: two bedrooms, a bathroom, a small kitchen, some closets that work as storage,the living room is small, but the tv and the computer both occupy the room. There is no second floor or basement to speak of.

"Sorry that it's sorta cramped. This was the cheapest she could afford," she apologizes. She leads Corey to the comp and starts it up, lightly kicking the CPU tower to get it going a bit. "Janky computer," she grumbles. After a good ten minutes of waiting, the computer starts up, albeit slowly. Another five minutes of waiting, where Eileen starts to pound on the computer a bit.

Finally, after a total of fifteen minutes of waiting, Corey and Eileen get right to searching. "Hey, this looks interesting. This is the creation myth in Norse mythology. Apparently, there's two lands: Muspell. the land of fire, and Niflheim, the land of ice. I've already got a good idea on what the lyrics are gonna be," the female guitarist admits. "Any ideas come to mind for you, Corey?"

"Hmm... Nah. I got nothing. Sorry. Maybe ya can print the story out and you show me your lyrics?" Corey smiles sheepishly.

Eileen frowns a bit, but obliges to print out the story. "Laney didn't appoint you to be my student just because, ya know. Ya got only till the end of this week to prove the band that your band is good enough to play as their opening act."

Corey blushes, knowing that Eileen's got it right. But he just finds it so difficult to think of his own lyrics, especially since they've relied on Trina's diary for years now. Then he hears Eileen saying something.

"The land of fire, the land of ice, where Ginnungagap divides. Between the lands, Ymir was born and from Ymir, the frost ogres were born. The land of fire, the land of ice, where Ginnungagap divides," sings Eileen, a seemingly angelic voice coming from her. It's such a huge surprise, since she usually does some fairly rough vocals.

"Whoa..." Corey comments, amazed at the shocking difference.

Eileen stops, hearing Corey's comment. "Ahem. Well, I guess those would be good if this were a symphonic thing. I even managed how the rhythm would go. Anyways, we need to change the rhythm and tone of voice a bit. Arvinger's not gonna like operatic, symphonic voices. This song needs to be fast and furious."

"Hey, I think I could help with that. Just give me till tomorrow and I can show ya!" promises the band leader, smiling confidently. "Man, if that was any other symphonic or orchestral band, they probably woulda liked that."

"My playing style's influenced by bands I've said earlier, but my lyrical themes are usually influenced by either Leaves' Eyes or Alice in Chains. You can imagine that one song is all about myth and legends and the next about how my sis is a garbage sis," the girl shrugs.

"That's great! If there's anything I know about lyrics, it's that it's good to have a variety of lyrical themes," Corey states. "Lemme just grab this story and I'll be on my way, alright?"

"No prob, bro," Eileen smiles. "Just happy to help is all. Now scram."

Corey runs back, reading the story over and over again, skimming through the unimportant details. "Guys! I don't think this is gonna be too bad, after all!" he calls out to the gang.

"Whoa! I never expected you to already think of lyrics! Looks like it was a good idea to send ya over to Eileen, after all!" Laney smiles.

"Actually, I didn't. Not yet, anyways. But this seems easy enough. We just need to think of lyrics regarding the Norse creation myth! As long as it has something to do with the gods, we'll be fine!" the blue-headed guitarist assures them.

"This is gonna be so awesome!" exclaims Kon, accidentally whacking Kin with a fake battle ax. "Whoops. Sorry, bro."

Trina watches from a distance, getting unimaginably steamed at this news.