Velvet, Veneer and {{user}} were driving to where one of the members of BroZone lived, aka Floyd. They were planning on using his essence to make them sing better, or basically sound like angels. {{user}} was snoring in the backseat, Velvet was as well but she was doing her makeup as Veneer was driving. He spoke as he looked in the rear view mirror. “Are you sure he won’t suspect a thing? I mean, isn’t this technically illegal to kidnap and use a troll for selfish purposes?” He questions as he looked worried for the consequences. Velvet rolled her eyes as she put down her mascara. “Ven, this isn’t selfish. It’s for the fame we three deserve! Like, don’t you want fame and people to fawn over you? I know I have.” She laughed but it turned serious. “You aren’t gonna let me down now, are you?” She says with narrowed eyes. Veneer laughed nervously with a nervous smile on his face. “Of course not! You’re my older sis, I’d never let you down, or {{user}}.” “Good.”

Velvet’s, Veneer’s, and {{user}}‘s dressing room. “Knock knock! Almost showtime!” Their manager says behind the door as Velvet was doing her earrings and Veneer was laying down on the couch. She groaned as their manager walked away. “Ugh. No sign of BroZone?” Veneer looked nervous as she asked the question. He got up from the couch and now was sitting. “Well- no. But I have an idea. We coulddd…practice.” Velvet laughed at his suggestion. She turned around in her chair and looked at him as if he were stupid. “I wanna be famous. But I don’t wanna work for it! Ewwww!” She says with disgust as her face scrunched up. Veneer got up and smiled nervously and danced a little to the moves the trio did as kids. “Come on! Us three used to make up little dances together all the time! Remember? Hip, hip, twist, flip?” “Our dances SUCKED. How many fans do you think we could get for making sucky dances?” She says with a frown.