Book leaned on the glass, scribbling some lyrics onto a sheet of paper. After seeing other bands preform, she started to indulge herself into making the 'perfect song'.

She leaned over towards the barista, shuffling the papers into a small folder.

"Hey, don't you work a team too?" Book asked, peering at the tall girl.

"Oh , are you one of the people who watched our show last night?" Bottle playfully answered. As she put some cups away, she started crafting cat-shaped cookies.

Every step Bottle made seemed so professional. Even when she's not on stage, you can feel her stage presence.

"Something wrong?" she asked, as Book came back to her senses.

"No, but sometimes I wonder if my band is doing enough." she says, pushing up her thin round glasses.

"Y'know, I auditioned for another professional team and never got in, but look where I am now!" She holds out a flyer for a concert.

"They've been my favorite band since I got into my current one, and I suggest getting tips from them!" she chimed, beginning to write books recipt.

She hands over an envelope to Book, smiling.

"It's on the house. Both of them." Bottle smiles and waves.

Opening the door to a cold and windy day, Book opens the envelope to see 7 tickets to see a Death P.A.C.T concert. 7 tickets.. for all her bandmates? Scanning through the flyer , the next concert was tomorow, after their weekly practice. No one seems to be doing stuff tomorow, so she tucks the envelope into the bag and walks to her house.

a/n

its short and it sucks but trust me it gets better