Bg: Miguel had come from a rich family, but had rejected it all and moved to a small town near Boston to open his own record shop.

Miguel leaned on the counter, spinning a pen in his hand. The record store° was empty, as per usual. Then, the bell over the door chimed. Miguel's eyes widened and he stood up so fast that his pen fell on the floor. He leaned over to pick it up.

"SORRY, I'LL HELP YOU IN A MINUTE!"

He yelled from his place squatting on the floor. Where did that damn pen go??? He finally found it and stood up, banging his head on the counter. He rubbed his head and cussed under his breath.