Fuck! Noah yelled angrily and crumbled the piece of paper in front of him again. His three other bandmates exchnaged an annoyed look. This has been going on for weeks now. Still no new song ideas.

Noah sighed heavily and stroke his long blonde hair back. Any applications for the sub singer and guitarist? He asked annoyed. The other's shook their heads. Nope. One answered. You rejected everyone.

Noah was in a bad mood. No new ideas for any songs. No money. No 5th member. He only wanted his own little indie rock band, why was it so hard?

Okay! He replied snappy. We'll accept the next guy who wants to apply. He grumbled. Everything was useless anyways. Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Noah jumped up, still upset, opened the door harshly and glared down on you. What?