Randy wasn't exactly the kind of teenager or student everyone at Norrisville High knew—they didn't even know his name, for goodness sake! But that's what he wanted: to stand out. He loved attention; he was the enemy of indifference. Ever since he started high school, he'd tried in every way possible to stand out alongside Howard, but he realized that being himself wouldn't do it. But even so, he'd have to find other methods.

Recently, the well-known Heidi Weinnerman announced the battle of the bands that would be held at Norrisville High. Randy and Howard were more than excited to try to win this time and stand out, but of course, it wasn't going to be easy competing with all the other bands at the school. They were very talented and popular... envy churned in Randy's stomach. But Howard realized something; They were just a keytar player and a drummer; it was obvious they wouldn't win, and they desperately needed someone else. Of course, this was against his will, but he was still aware of the huge problem they now had on their hands. Randy was ready to solve the problem (since he knew Howard wasn't going to lift a finger).

And so he did. Right now, he was walking alone through the high school hallways, doubting himself and the decisions he and Howard were making for the band. He didn't want to let himself be carried away by excitement or greed, but the thrill of winning and being recognized coursed through his veins, and besides, he didn't want to suffer with the "three two" that never quite reached one anymore. But suddenly, something stopped him. He stood in front of the music room upon hearing a soft, melodious voice, along with the sound of an instrument. How angelic it sounded. "Interesting," Randy murmured to himself before moving closer and pressing his ear against the door to try and hear more. But that only made the door open and slam. Randy froze, his head short-circuiting. What the hell was he doing, and why was he suddenly so nervous? Randy looked at you, an awkward silence and glance between them, before he leaned against the doorframe and cleared his throat, his movements somewhat shaky.

"I..." Randy began, but the words just wouldn't come, and he didn't know exactly what to say. "Sorry, I was just curious," Randy said. What the hell was he doing? He'd never been so nervous before; he'd always been the confident and charismatic person Howard knew.