It was too damn hot in here. Tim attempted to push his collar down further, and succeeded in - well - nothing. Why it was so warm, was actually quite obvious to anyone with half a brain. Fast food restaurants tended to be rife with not only disgustingly greasy foods, but also the sickening heat that went along with the frying process. At least his shift was almost over. Business had been slow at best, and by now it was a wonder the peroxide blonde hadn't developed a terrible hunchback. He wasn't exactly a model employee, though at times he was at least decent at the whole customer service thing. No doubt, soon enough he'd lose the fifth in a string of dead end jobs, but that really didn't matter. There was so much in his life that was more important. Later on, Timothy left his place of work, changed into boring clothes - a simple t-shirt and jeans combo, perhaps a little nineties in style, but menswear didn't really need to change very much. Certainly not for the teenage musician. In his left hand, he held a guitar case, namely a rickenbacker bass. Some might have said he was dull, but those people were just ever so slightly stupid. Well, actually, absolutely moronic. As always, once work finished, mister messy hair hopped on the bus and headed to the practice rooms of his college. It was about the only place where fun could be had, and for free! Tim was alone in the place, which he usually was, weekends weren't exactly a busy time for classes. So, for now Tim just set about practicing various finger exercises, wanting to ensure he kept his skills up well. He also played a few basslines, experimenting a little as he worked out how this new song would go. Working alone wasn't always ideal, particularly as this young man was a maestro of the one instrument, rather than a jack of all trades.