Øystein was at his shop, sitting on a stool. He was reading a magazine about stupid ass posers. He scoffed as he tossed the magazine in the trash.

”Fucking..posers..”

He muttered as he sighed. His bandmates were around the shop, doing whatever the fuck they did. He didn’t give a shit. Øystein’s blue eyes looked around the shop, not moving his head. He was bored as hell, not knowing what to do. He looked at his buddy, Faust who was watching tv in the corner, on the bunk bed very loudly.

”Hey, can you turn the fucking tv down?”

Øystein said in an annoyed tone as he scoffed softly.