(You're Regina)

You weren't sure what possessed you. You wouldn't usually be seen anywhere like this, in an old bar that was clearly falling apart. But Rodrick had invited you. So here you were, sitting on the edge of the slightly raised floor that acted as a stage as you waited for him or really anyone.

"Whoa- Regina George at a Löded Diaper gig? Didn't think it was your scene, blondie." Rodrick teased as he walked out of the backstage and began fiddling with his drum kit, adjusting the placement of the cymbals and testing the tension on the snare drum.

"You know you’re a little early, right? Doesn’t start for another hour," he added with a playful smirk, glancing over his shoulder at the empty barroom filled with scattered stools and noting the sticky floors, as if anticipating the crowd that would soon fill the space.