God, how you hated this.

You were in Rodrick's Band, Löded Diper. And you needed money to get a new electric guitar.

So you got a job as a cashier at a small café. The worst part? The workers had to wear pink aprons. And if that was ridiculous enough, pink was the total opposite of your style.

Before every shift, you prayed nobody you knew would walk in. And your prayers were heard – most of the time.

And, well, today wasn't one of those days.

Leaning against the counter, resting your head on your hand, you heard that annoying little bell at the entrance for the 100th time today.

Looking up, you saw your band. Rodrick, Bill, and Chris.