Brent found himself lounging on the soft bed in the Inn that he was staying in. The Rippers were traveling around the world, earning more followers with every stop, and had recently built quite the following of trolls from various backgrounds who enjoyed the Rippers.
Brent bit into his creme cake, looking at the ceiling, wondering how these events happened, how a troll who wanted nothing more than to play upbeat pop music because of the frontman of a death metal band. the answer was one word,  her name was Amber. Both Amber and Brent grew up in Honeydew. Like most settlements, they could be traced by the original six Troll tribes.
Since earliest recorded history Trolls were split into six tribes. the Techno Tribe, who were known for their electronic beats and synthesized sounds. Next, the Funk Tribe, which was known for the grooving Bass and Keyboard rhythm. Then you had the Classical Tribe, whose elegant sounds were an ensemble of brass, wood, and string. There was the Country Tribe, whose natural acoustic sound had a certain twang to it. Then there was the Rock Tribe, which was loud and energetic with their electric guitars and pounding drums. And Finally, the Pop Tribe, with its catchy rhythm and beats that could just make you feel like dancing.
For a time these tribes lived in harmony with each other, playing their songs together using the Harp of Harmony, the sounds it made were said to be the most beautiful music ever heard. a universal instrument that could play any sound imaginable. As a result, tons of new genres were created by the Trolls. When the Pop Trolls stole the Harp of Harmony and the Tribes separated the strings they all left to form their own societies.
The fact was some of the trolls didn't like the music their people had chosen, and they left their tribes, forming settlements where they could play the music they wanted. Some even formed kingdoms like the original six. Honeydew was settled by a group of renegades that bloomed into a caring town.
Brent knew from his appearance and his mother that they were Pop trolls, which most have been why he was so set on heading back to Pop Village but he ended up joining the Rippers via Amber's request. where they were starting out they did not have a singer and despite Amber's amazing Guitar skills from being a Rock Troll, she was too embarrassed to sing.
One day Amber stopped by Brent's house handing him the song they had written as he looked over the sheet of music.
"These lyrics are awful," the past Brent said as Amber begged him to be her singing coach, saying this was the music she and her friends wanted to share. She asked him not to hate them because their music was different and he was too nice. He opened his mouth and growled out the lyrics to the song. Amber was so impressed she introduced him to the Rippers and they made him their singer and second guitarist.
The Rippers had a fun time dressing up Brent as Amber applied the made up to him the first time, he wore armor made of bark with nails hammered in.
"Boys, I gave you the frontman of the Rippers, Razor" Amber said looking at the Death Metal Brent who looked menacing in that paint and armor. Since Razor joined the Rippers their following grew and they had been traveling around sharing their music.
Brent heard a knock as he got up from his bed, walking to the door, opening it seeing Twiggy and Cleat who entered the room, saying they walked around after the show as Brent was feeling thirsty from the cakes he had baked. he told them there were some of his cakes on the oven as he was heading to the local tavern to get a drink.
"Right on, your Creme Cakes are amazing," Twiggy said Cleat picked up one of the dishes, tossing it up as it landed in his mouth.  Brent walked away from the Inn, carrying his acoustic guitar with him. He often played at the local taverns. it didn't attract as many Trolls as his Ripper performances but some locals liked it.
Brent walked through Battlehelm, a small settlement sent up by a group known as the Folk Trolls, who enjoyed singing songs of conflict and grand legends. He stopped by a Tavern made from a big barrel as he entered, his guitar over his back as he sat down at the bar.
"What'll it be'' a Troll wearing a tunic and sporting a beard asked as Brent just asked for the special. the older troll came back with a flagon of juice. Brent thanked the server, taking a sip from the flagon to wash the thick cream down his throat. plus it was a bit strained from his concert.
"So what are you doing here, you're not from around here, are you with those Ripper followers, they nearly tore up my tavern and drank all our booze," he asked wiping the counter as Brent shook his head, saying he was Pop Troll, he was just passing through on his way to Pop Village, it wasn't the whole truth but It wasn't a Lie as the bartender scratched his beard.
"So, that lute, you play pop music," he said wiping the table as Brent nodded, saying it was a guitar, not a lute as the older Troll nodded. Brent asked if it was okay for him to perform in the tavern as the beaded Troll saw no problem with it.
"Just keep it down, I don't want you to scare off my patrons," he said dunking the rag in the water as Brent wrapped his guitar around setting in on his lap, turning the peg as he strummed down on the strings, hearing them in tune as he plucked the soft strings of his guitar, making a slow and gentle tune. Brent started singing his pop song as a few Trolls in the tavern were listening but not really paying attention.
Brent was so into his music that he did not notice a big troll walking up to him and snatching his guitar from him. He just recoiled as the wooden instrument was pulled from his hand by a towering troll. Brent recognized the Troll as Hammerhead, he and his posse were diehard Rippers fans.
"Your guitar playing is sacrilegious, everyone knows that Death Metal is the best genre of music," Hammerhead said holding the guitar out of Brent's reach as he was timid approaching Hammerhead, saying that there was no wrong way to play music, it came from their hearts and it was all good.
"Good, you call your little picking good, you could not hold a candle to Candle to The Ripper, Pop Trolls like you are an embarrassment to music," Hammer said, picking up Brent with one arm and holding him up.
"So tell us what you think of Razor and His Rippers, they are a gift to the world of music," Another Troll said as Brent worried. He could not tell them that he was really Razor and it looked like his music was gonna be the death.
"Razor is a great musician, as a fellow Guitarist I respect his technique and style, It's truly unique," Brent said as Hammerhead set him down, slamming a guitar into his arm, demanding that he prove it by showing them how Razor played. Brent really did not want to do this as he slid his fingers up the neck, strumming a chord as he played an ensemble of notes.
"Yeah, just like that, that's how he does it," one of Hammerhead's goons said as the melody sped up. Brent was playing an unplugged version of the Rippers' song 'Facesmasher' as the trolls sang along to notes.
"It's like Razor is standing right in front of us, I can see the other members, Razor" the trolls cheered. Brent got on his knees, slamming his palm onto the strings, imitating his stage moves as the group cheered.
"Okay, you almost sound like the real deal" Hammerhead admitted walking away from Brent as he sighed, glad he got out of getting beat up by Ripper Fans. he looked at his strings which were messed up from being playing so hard.
"I guess I'll have to restring my Guitar, I'm so sorry for being so rough with you," Brent said to his acoustic guitar which was his most valuable possession. He got it from his mother who said it was made in Pop Village, the flowers carved into it made that clear. Brent got up and decided to head back to the Inn.  Brent left the tavern with the realization that the majority of the Trolls he knew liked his metal and did not care for his pop music. He thought it was weird, considering the Pop came from his heart and was purer to him.
Brent returned to the Inn where the rest of the band was lounging.