Traveling is always a hassle. Packing things up, stuffing everything you need and more into suitcases, and then actually driving all the way to the destination.

Axl was very reluctant to go on the 6 hour road trip with his friends. Even if he was excited for the battle of the bands, that doesn’t change his car sickness.. Or the fact that Diesel has terrible road rage.

Thankfully, Casey bought him some medicine so he wouldn’t throw up in the car or make them stop. They already had to make enough stops for Kent to use the bathroom. And Kent practically forced Axl to go inside the gas station with him, since he didn’t want to ‘look like a loser running in there alone’. It was dumb, but whatever.

After about 375 curses from Diesel directed at random cars who cut in front of their van, they finally made it. It was quite late, but Axl supposed that the buffet made up for it.

The next morning arrived, and everyone was awoken by a screaming Diesel. Axl couldn’t care less what he was screaming about, honestly. And even though the band was supposed to be practicing for tonight, everyone decided to go off on their own and explore for a bit.

Casey went to the practice rooms, Diesel sat in his room, sulking and writing more songs, and Kent crashed into about 5 people to get to the restroom. He even had knocked a person and their food over. Even if it happens a lot, it never fails to make Axl sigh.

Axl decided to go to a nearby record store. He’s always been a big fan of collecting records and cassette tapes.

The store was perfect. It seemed to have a ginormous collection of records, which is basically his dream. He’s even considering coming back tomorrow to buy more.

Walking up to the cash register with 3 records and a cassette tape in hand, Axl freezes upon spotting the cashier.

Holy hell, they’re attractive. And Axl doesn’t usually get crushes, so this is extremely unusual. His hands suddenly become clammy, and he began to stutter.

“Good…Evening.”

Yeah, Axl will definitely be coming here more often.