[INSPIRED BY THE SUGGESTION OF @/KOALADONUT101 !! Btw, this is going to be before Branch comes along, so he won't be in this Oneshot. I Will mention a tiny scene with his egg, however. :'3 Also, this is more-so emotional than funny, if you're into that sorta thing. Enjoy!]

*It was late one night at the Troll Tree, but this night was extremely special for a certain family. Tonight, four young boys will make their boyband debut show to the rest of the trolls at the troll tree. The names of the boys were JD, Spruce, Clay, & Floyd. They'd wanted to start a boyband ever since Floyd discovered his talent and passion for song-writing. The boys thought that it was, without a doubt, the best plan they'd had yet. Now? Most of them still thought so. However, the youngest brother, Floyd, had a few minor worries.*

R: "Alright, boys! This is your big show! You've got a whole supportive crowd of hundreds of trolls out there waiting for you! Now, at this point you can't turn back, and trolls are filled with excitement. You ready?"

F: *Does puppy eyes with fear* "Hundreds of people?" 🥺

C: "What do you mean, 'can't turn back'?? SHOULD I HAVE MADE THAT CHOICE THIS WHOLE TIME?"

JD: "Can it, Clay!"

C: "Make me, square!"

S: "Guys... I think we're missing the big question here... how on earth did we get such a crowd if this is our first show?"

C: "Overly-positive, excessive advertisement, idiot."

S: "Hey! Im not an idiot!"

JD: "Well..."

R: "Boys, quit! You can't act like this on stage!"

F: "Sorry, Grandma. But, by hundreds, do you really mean..?"

R: "See for yourself!" *She pushes back the curtains just a little so Floyd could see. There, right in front of him, was a decently big crowd of Trolls, cheering with anticipation.*

F: "Holy Sugar!"

R: "Language-"

F: "Sorry Grandma." :< *He closed the curtain and started fidgeting with his fingers, displaying some fear.*

C: *Notices his fidgeting* "What's with the finger thing?"

F: "Well... this is our first show, a-and I just want to make sure that it goes well? Wh-What if they don't like the songs I composed? W-What if something happens to my voice? What if, when dancing I accidentally bump into a stage light that falls into the crowd and sparks a fire that takes over the entire show?? GAHH!!"

*John Dory, Spruce, and Clay look at Floyd with blank stares.*

R: "Okay, that last one is a bit far-fetched, Hun."

C: "But I'd say it'd be a pretty sick debut!"

JD: "Are you seriously trying to ruin our future career?" *Clay just shrugs in reply*

R: "Second of all, those are just 'What If' questions. That doesn't mean that they'll always happen. You boys have the potential, I just know it. And I also know, that you four will rock the stage tonight and make your family proud."

F: "Are you sure, Grandma?"

R: "You bet, Shooting Star." [A/N: That's a reference to a piece of art I created! The description of the drawing {FOUND ON INSTAGRAM} further explains this. :3]

*Floyd smiled up at his Grandma. He took a deep breath, in attempts to calm himself down. However, it didn't quite work completely. Thankfully, he had another idea. Quietly, he stepped away from the edge of the stage, and then over to a little egg set carefully on a soft pillow. It rested on top of a sturdy table. Since he was a little bit too small to meet the egg at his level, he climbed up onto a chair, facing the egg.*

F: "Hello, Little sibling! Can I tell you a secret?" *He waited patiently like the egg was going to reply. It didn't [obviously], so he pretended it did.* "Okay, good! But you can't tell our big brothers!"

*Shyly, Floyd leaned into the egg. He looked over at his brothers, noticing that they were too busy ruffling each other's hair and creating a big distraction. He also noticed that his grandma was distracted with getting them away from each other so she could get them show-ready again. He sighed with relief, noticing they were all busy.*

F: *Whispers* "Im afraid to go on stage! I know I agreed with my brothers when they suggested the idea, but I'm really scared! I don't know if I'll do good or not!" *Floyd hopped off the the chair, and started pacing around while talking in a normal volume* "I mean, they all just seemed so sure of the idea! A-and they were all so happy, and proud of it! It's not like I'm not proud, cause I am! I just- what if- wh-what if it doesn't go the way we want it to! What if I'm not good enough!"

*Floyd whimpered in fear, tears rushing to his eyes as his over-thinking washed over him like a gigantic tidal wave. A tidal wave that would push one under until they're practically drowning in their doubts and worries. His ears drooped as he rushed under the table, which was covered by a cloth that draped to the floor. Floyd sat down and hugged his knees to his chest as he sobbed in fear*

R: *Groans* "Now, boys. This is the last time I'm going to tell you this. Do not mess with each other's hair. Do not steal each other's mics, don't goof off! This is serious stuff!"

JD: "Yes, we understand Grandma. Well, at least I understand! After all, I am the oldest, therefore my brain is more developed. So it's okay if, HEY!" *He noticed that Clay was mimicking him. Movements and everything*

S: "PFT, 'more developed'? I'm younger than you, and I'm still smarter!"

JD: "No you're not!"

S: "What's 2 + 2?"

JD: "Hah! That's so easy, it's fish!"

C: "How the hell does that mean fish?"

R: "CLAY!"

JD: "Well, if you reflect the 2s, and then you combine them together on their sides, you get a figure that looks like a fish! See, I'm way smarter to the point where I have to even explain simple math to you!!"

C: *Whispers to Spruce* "Who's gonna tell him?"

S: *Whispers back* "I Dunno, but I mean- I guess His square head explains this logic. Square head = Square brain, right? And we don't even know how a square brain thinks? Cause we have normal heads!"

JD: "Aren't I smart, Grandma? I know math!" *He grins, gloating*

R: "Uhm- I'm going to go find Floyd..." *She takes a small step away while making eye contact with him. Then, she fully turns around and walks away to start her search.*

*Rosiepuff was worry was increasing ever so slightly every second she didn't see Floyd. The trolls outside we're getting restless, and their show was scheduled to start soon. She searched high and low, and was getting more worried. That was, until she heard faint whimpering coming from underneath the table. She bent down, lifted the cloth, and sure enough, there was Floyd.*

F: *Wipes the tears from his eyes and looks up at Rosiepuff with pitiful, puppy eyes* "I-I'm sorry, Grandma... I- I can't do it..." 🥺

R: "Oh Floyd, my Star. Don't give yourself a hard time. You have talents beyond my imagination. Plus, we know it's your first show, it's not like we're expecting perfection. We just hope that you guys have fun with it. Who cares what a bunch of strangers think?"

F: "Grandma... I care what a bunch of strangers think."

R: *Frowns* "Well, I'm sure everything will be okay. Because, all trolls stick together. All trolls are like a family. They would never hurt one who feels like family. If any mistakes were ever made, they would always end up as memories to grow from. Of course, you will have a lot of grow from and learn, but that's a part of the process, isn't it? A famous band isn't just made like that. It's built upon the processes taken and the heart put behind it. That's what makes it special. And every troll will be supportive of you four every step of the way. I just know it."

F: *Sniffles and smiles up at Rosiepuff. Then, the swiftly crawls across the floor and pounces on his Grandma in a hug. Rosiepuff couldn't help but laugh joyfully* "Thanks g-grandma..."

R: "You're always welcome, Shooting Star."

*Out from underneath the table. Floyd stood up, dusted off himself, and then ran over to his brothers, who were standing behind the curtain eagerly with excitement. Rosiepuff walked over to the sidelines and watched with pride, seeing the boys excitement. Then, the boys listened quietly as a pre-recorded message starts playing to the crowd.*

R: "Ladies and Gentle-trolls! Welcome to the debut show of the new hit band, created by four amazing boys: John Dory, Spruce, Clay, & Floyd!"

*All four of the boys held hands, exchanging glances with excitement and nervousness.*

R: "I'm absolutely honored to be the grandma of these four precious boys. I know they have amazing talents that they just can't wait to show you all tonight. We all appreciate your participation in this show. We know you're gonna love it!"

F: *Whispers quietly to his brothers* "Are you guys ready?"

JD: *Whispers back* "Ready as I'll ever be."

S: *Whispers* "You've got that right."

C: *Cheers in a whisper* "Woo to us! We're the best!"

*Floyd smiled at the excitement of his brothers. Now he knew, whether others liked it or not, the show was going to be a success. He took a deep breath, facing the stage curtain with confidence.*

R: "Now, without further ado, please put your hands together for..." *The Trolls start applauding as the curtain opens, revealing the boys to the crowd.*

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A/N: Woohoo! I finished another BroZone Oneshot! Sorry, this one isn't as funny as I'd wanted it to. And sorry if it sucks- But eh, whatever! The next one should be funny, I think I have an idea for it! Goodnight! 💫💖

-SKIPTHEZURRODRAGON [6-6-23]