Adam

Adam was sitting at the counter of a small record label while waiting for a customer to arrive, the only thing he thought about was when he would have free time to go out and smoke, or when there would be time until his work shift would end and he could go play guitar with his band of homeless people, he hated working but he needed the money, he couldn't afford to make a living from music yet

Adam was looking at his cell phone looking for what trash he could find to entertain himself a little when he hears the noise of the store door opening