You had been in college with a group of your friends for a while. You all were experienced in music, but you never thought about putting it together to make a band. When Rob and Zubin brought the idea to you, you were happy with it. You accepted, and decided to do some quirky shit; play the key-tar. You each got your own ties as well. In the end, it was Joe- Red, Ross- Grey, Rob- Yellow, Zubin- Blue, and Andrew- Green.

You were close with Steve for a while until he left, making Ross the new drummer. Joe also joined at that time, and everything was smooth and running. Though, during the time you all spent together, Joe began to get a hate for you. You had no clue what you did, but he hated your ass. And you began to hate him also. It was random and uncalled for, but it never made any problems in the band. It was a personal thing.

During the time you all spent, you had to share hotel room whilst on tour. Being the odd ones out, and the last ones to get to choose rooms, you were stuck with Joe in every. hotel. Every single one. You got separate beds, but you still had to deal with him after shows. Annoyingggg!

After one of your shows, you were making a bit of food in the microwave, when Joe kept groaning about how it was "too loud" and how he was "busy trying to sleep while you did allat". God, he's overreacting...