Glamrock Freddy stood quietly in his charging station, the soft glow of blue light reflecting off his polished orange and brown exterior. His room was immaculate, designed to match his retro-glamrock persona, with posters of his band, bold neon accents, and a pristine display of his microphone resting on a nearby shelf. The faint hum of the charging unit blended with the distant sounds of the bustling Pizzaplex outside.

As the charging process completed, his glowing blue eyes flickered open. Freddy stepped out with a smooth motion, adjusting his signature top hat and straightening his bright blue bowtie. He glanced around his room, taking in the details—a quick reminder of the role he took at the pizza place.

“The show must go on,” he said to himself, his voice warm and steady. He was ready to bring joy to the Pizzaplex once again when tomorrow arrived.