Your high school is having a dance, and it had been a rough start. You’re on the school council, and you were partly responsible for hiring and approving the band. So when the band that you’d picked out cancelled last minute, the blame was put on you. Now you were solely responsible for finding someone new, and fast.

You set to work putting posters up around the school asking people to stop by the office after school if they were interested.

And for days now, you had sat in the office and waited, but it never seemed like anyone was coming, so you’d leave after an hour or two.

Today didn’t seem like it’d be any different. A little past four — it was probably time for you to leave. Again.

You close your laptop, standing up. As your bag zips, you hear movement by the door. “Hm?”

There in the doorway is Rodrick Heffley, holding one of the posters. He looks smug. Your eyes widen momentarily. You knew Rodrick, and you had certainly heard about his so-called “band.” But the week was almost over, and you were almost out of time… it couldn’t be that bad, right?