Barb, Riff, and Carol came on stage with their instruments. Barb accidentally drops her guitar and Poppy goes up and picks it up for her. Barb was not used to this new feeling of hers.

"Poppy why am I sweating a lot and have shaky legs?" Barb asked. "Am I tired or am I cursed?"

Poppy is confused.
"You never got nervous before?"

Barb keeps it cool.
"What!? No! I'm definitely not nervous about preforming infront of a nation who hates my kind after all I've done and as a result they are disgusted with all of us!...I'm fine."

Poppy gives Barb her guitar.
"Don't worry Barb. You are going to be amazing. I believe in you. Don't you believe in yourself?"

Barb looks down and thinks about what she had just said to her. She looks at her and at her guitar. She smiles and looks back at her.

"I like that line. I think I got a song in mind to match that."

Barb goes to her band and they huddle up. Poppy looks over to them curiously about what they are talking about. They then depart and go on stage.

When they got up their, the crowd became silent. Barb obseves and sees the classical troll mother from earlier covers her child's eyes. Barb took a deep breath and was ready.

She grabs the microphone.
"Sup party people! Whose ready to hear loud music? This goes out to my good friend Queen Poppy. Give her some love after the show because she can party! Anyway, LET'S ROCK AND TROLL!!! Riff bang dem drums!"

"You got it Brab!"

Poppy comes closer to the edge of the stage. Barb winks at her and plays her guitar.

Barb: First things first
I'mma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way that things have been, oh ooh
The way that things have been, oh ooh

Second things second
Don't you tell me what you think that I could be
I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh
The master of my sea, oh ooh

I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That look at me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the...

Barb, Riff , and Carol :Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer
Pain!
Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My luck, my love, my life, it came from...
Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer

Branch stands next to Poppy.
"Wow, that's loud, but also kinda catchy."

Poppy looks at him.
"Are you still hypnotized?"

"If you mean by you than yes."

"Oh you," Poppy playfully teases him.

Barb :Last things last
By the grace of the fire and the flames
We're the face of the future, the blood in my veins, oh ooh
The blood in my veins, oh ooh

Everyone claps along with the beat. They make rock signs with their fingers. Barb smiles to her self and goes wild with her guitar. She shakes her head crazily and slides on the floor on her knees.

Barb:But they never did, ever lived, ebbing and flowing
Inhibited, limited
Till it broke open and rained down
And rained down, like...

Barb, Riff,and Carol: Pain!
You made me a, you made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You break me down, you build me up, believer, believer
Pain!
Oh let the bullets fly, oh let them rain
My luck, my love, my life, it came from...
Pain!

Barb :You made me a, you made me a believer, believer!

Everyone gets out of their seats and claps and cheers. Barb gives a final stroke on her guitar in delight. She goes up to her friends and gives them a congratulatory high five.

Poppy gets the microphone.
"And their you have it folks. Trolls who never slow their roll!"

"Hey Poppy, thanks for the inspiration, and the cheer me up part as well," Barb said.

Poppy smiles.
"No problem, dude."

They go back stage again and Poppy grabs her list of her schedule and sees who goes next.

"Umm... funk,you guys are up in five minutes.Start heading up there."

"Okay, Essence, son, let's go," King Quincy said.

Copper walks toward them. He pulls Prince D back. He spins around facing Copper.

"Hey bro what's up?" He asked.

"I made up my mind, I think I should try with my whole fam this time," Copper said.

"Okay, come along then son," King Quincy said.

Copper squeals and dances with joy. He runs along with his family.

Poppy goes up to the Reggaeton trolls with her list.
"You guys are up next after them. So get yourselves ready."

"You got it Queen Poppy," Marimba said.

Branch over heard and turns his attention to the reggaeton trolls. He grabs a few cups of punch and brought them over to them. He secretly wants to make small talk with them before they go on stage.

"Umm...hey guys," Branch said. "You guys look thirsty so I brought some drinks for you guys."

Trisillo looks down into the cup.
"What type of drink is this?"

"It's punch. You guys never had punch before? I mean I thought you did Trisillo since you gave me a heck of a good one earlier."

"Trisillo you punched him?" Tambora gets upset.

"Lo siento, I shouldn't have done that," Trisillo apologizes.

"Well now I guess you can look at these drinks as a sign of forgiveness then," Branch said.

Trisillo takes a sip.
"Hm, you seem nice, you really do seem like a nice addition to the group."

Branch facepalms.
"I can't! I already said no. I just like where I am now."

Trisillo stands up and gives his drink to Marimba.
"You don't have to leave the people you love. I can see you love your friends, your home, your queen, I respect that. But maybe you can start doing something new with us. You have talent my friend. Maybe, if you want, you can show that to the world."

Branch thinks about this.
"I mean...I guess when you put it like that, I guess I don't see why not anymore."

"Okay let's see what you got," Tambora said.

"Since you don't posses the knowledge of our language you must sing with your body," Miramba said as she sways around.

"Okay I think I have it all down, I guess," Branch is in doubt.

"Just dance like you did before mi amigo y tu estas bien, nothing else to it," Trisillo said. "Oye chicas, dame mi radio por favor."

They fetch it and Trisillo plays his "Mi Gente" song.

Trisillo dances.
"Es como así, like this."

Branch follows along with Trisillo's steps. He gets into the rhythm and soon enough he freestyles. He danced better then before when he was captured by them. He twirls around and sways his hips to finish his dance.

"Wooo! That was actually pretty fun," Branch said.

"Thought you would say that," Trisillo said.

Poppy comes over.
"Branch? What are you doing here?"

"Uh... I'm just hanging out with my new friends here."

"I need your help," Poppy pulls.him up from his seat.

"Adios Branch," Tambora and Marimba said.

Trisillo smiles.
"See you in a bit, new amigo."