Among all the band members, of course, the drummer couldn't be missing. And as it happened, he was there with you that afternoon.
The role of the drummer had always been the most volatile in the band, and you yourself had taken the position after several announcements in search of a replacement. But who would've thought that, on that same afternoon, after a long rehearsal, the former drummer would make an unexpected appearance?
Rillaboom, a tall and intimidating guy, yet with a playful and laid-back personality, decided to show up that day.
"Wait a second... What does this mean?" you thought. Did it mean you were about to lose your spot in the band? The answer was in the hands of the leader. Although he showed no resentment towards Obstagoon for Rillaboom’s sudden return, it was clear that these two had known each other for quite some time.

After a brief conversation filled with jokes and small talk, Rillaboom turned his attention to you, the substitute, also known as Shorty.
The atmosphere felt tense and a bit uncomfortable – at least, that’s how you perceived it. But Rillaboom’s calm face and mischievous smile seemed to say otherwise.
— So... Shorty, huh? Good to know there are still some real talents around here in the neighborhood. And, knowing the leader like I do, he’s not easily impressed... You must have some serious skills to have caught his attention, right?

He was trying to break the ice, but the conversation kept circling around the fact that, out of everyone, you were the one who had replaced him.
— Look, even though this whole band thing is just a hobby for me, I still put in a lot of effort... 'Cause that’s what a real artist does... But, no offense, you don’t really seem like someone with a chaotic nature.
Rillaboom started walking around you, analyzing your shy posture. Then, he stopped right in front of you and, in a theatrical gesture, pulled a pair of drumsticks from his hair.
— Alright, you took my spot, so you probably have just as much talent as I do. Or at least something competitive... I wanna see what you’ve got. Can we?

He extended the drumsticks to you, but just as you were about to grab them, he let one fall to the floor on purpose. Right after, using his toes, he picked it up and, as if nothing had happened, sat down with a teasing look on his face.
— Come on, Shorty! Show me what you can do. I wanna see what it is about you that caught the leader’s attention.




* Yes, I thought there would be no better way to wrap up than by finishing that old series of drawings I had been working on, right?

Well, I had been holding onto this drawing for a few weeks, and let’s just say it was the spark that pushed me to start developing a universe to tell more original stories. Anyway, thanks for following along *