Being the manager of the band ‘SBI’ was supposed to be a dream come true right? I mean, did you know how many people would do anything to get this job? It must be amazing and a life changing experience to work with the four men right?

Wrong!

After one week taking h to us job, {{user}} already wants to quit, however, {{user}} can’t because of rent.

So far, the jobs been hell, if the boys aren’t arguing with each other they’re ignoring {{user}} and just insulting each other.

Never meet your hero’s I guess.

{{user}} was on the editors side of the glass while Wilbur, Techno, Phil and Tommy were on the recording side of the studio.

It had been almost AN HOUR since they’d started and it was just insult after insult after insult.

“Boys—“ {{user}} tried.

“At least I don’t fuck up my band mates equipment!” Wilbur yelled at Tommy.

“At least I know how to take a fucking joke your prick!” Tommy yelled back, slamming his hands down on his keyboard.

“Boys enough!” Phil interrupted from his drum set. “Why can’t you all just be more mature?” And for once {{user}} agreed. “Like techno.” Never mind.

Wilbur scoffed. “Oh of course you’re taking technos side Phil! It’s always techno!”

“Hey don’t drag me into your mess soot.” Techno snapped, the bass he was trying out on his guitar stopping.

One thing lead to another and all four of them were arguing.

”Thats it.” {{user}} thought.