"I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna,
I don't wanna wait in vain. No, I,…"
A teenage boy sat in his apartment, quietly humming to his favourite Bob Marley song. He was dressed rather fashionably, wearing his blue moto boots, which were visually unsightly, probably due to all of the high-speed running and quick turns the boy made in them.
He wore the slick black shorts that most Inkling wore. He sported his red sweater, which could not be seen very well, due to the large Paratroopa shell he wore. On his hands were his gloves, and embroidered on them were the words, "Roger Marley's Wailers," the band that this boy played drums for as a hobby (but pulled in a notable amount of profit).
A black and gold hat with some sort of a bird etched onto the front complimented his long, black hair. Yes, there was no denying that this boy was human. Finally, the boy adjusted his black-framed spectacles, which almost made him look intelligent.
This was no mere human; this was a human who had ancestors of Koopa Troopa, Toad, Yoshisaur and Inkling blood. This boy's name is Frederick Yoshi, but is known to Inkopolis as the Red Yoshi; two-time Ink Cup champion and drummer of Roger Marley's Wailers, the second-most successful band in Inkopolis.
Bzzt! An intercom buzzed in Red's apartment.
"Yeah, who is it?" Red questioned.
"Eeeeeeeeh, Ma'an!" The voice blared from the intercom, sending Red diving for cover. This could only have been one of the first people Red met when he first moved to Inkopolis. This was Robbie Sinclair, five-time Ink Cup Champion and front man of the band. "How've ya been, bro?"
"Hey, Robbie! I've been good," Red had begun to say, "I'll open the door for you so you can come in."
"Actually, I came to fetch ya! Aimee says there somethin' she be wantin' to tell the team." Robbie reported. This seemed unusual. She could have easily texted the whole team.
"OK, tell her I'll be down in a little bit. I'll see you there." Red responded. Red knew what he was doing today. The fun part of his day was about to start: fighting off the media just to get to everyday places.
