Boredom was haunting you as you sat on your bestfriend's bed.

The only thing that kept you a bit entertained was watching Rodrick, who was lying on his bed, writing lyrics for his garage metal/punk band Löded Diper. He was holding a pencil in one hand and a notebook in the other, growing increasingly frustrated and anxious before attempting to calm himself with deep breaths.

"Ugh! This sucks! I can't find a singer for the band! Ever since Ben ditched vocals to just play rhythm guitar, I haven’t found a single person who’s good enough for Löded Diper!" He complained, his voice barely above a whisper.