The heavy door rang the invisible bell that sung throughout the tiny store, making Sophia look up and curiously glace around to find it. Walking into the t-shirt shop, she scans the tops, sweaters, and sweat pants that all hung in circular racks in the center of the entire store; while the walls were covered in custom portraits, jersey numbers, quotes, and graffiti. It was hush in a shop like this with the only white sound was the quiet Pandora music that played with its consistent ads that the owners weren't willing to pay to get rid of. Running her hand through the black sweatshirts, she hears some sudden footsteps before looking back at where the counter was and finding a man in his late 20's walkout from the back room.

"Hey, welcome to Custom Tees. What can I do for you?" He gives Sophia a friendly smile as he leans on the glass counter.

"Do you guys take custom designs?" She asks.

"Pft, yeah. We are known for making quick custom shirts in just a few minutes. You got something for me?"

Taking a sketchbook out of her backpack, she turns to a page and hands it over to the man on the other side of the counter. He let out an amazed whistle, giving Sophia a quick glance before looking back at the detail of the sketch.

"You drew this?" Sophia nods shyly. "It's amazing. I love the detail in this sketch. I'll get on this right away. Won't take too long, if you're worried. Just a few minutes of scanning and tracing than I'll get these printed. Is there a shirt you would like to put them on?"

"Um, actually I want to look around really quick then I can bring them up if that's fine."

He shook his head. "That's totally fine. Take a look around, by all means." And with that, he walks away with the sketch in hand and a smile on his lips.

Turning back around at the array of colors and clothing, Sophia glances over looking for the black sweatshirts before finding them on the other side of the store. Walking over with some curiosity, she runs her hand over the fabric and felt the cheap cotton. Rubbing the fabric between her thumb and pointer, she debates to herself whether she should get it just in case or find something softer. Tapping her foot, it took a minute for her to finally decide that she should take one that wasn't big so that it didn't look tacky with her jeans, then finding softer textured cotton that she takes as a bigger shirt that also would look like a dress on her. Walking over to the tank tops, she chooses two of the same style, but with the intention of turning one into a crop top. Folding over the clothing over her arm, Sophia walks up to the counter, setting down the black clothing and leaning over, patiently waiting for the man.

Looking down at her phone, she saw that the next bus was supposed to be by in 2 hours and that she had time to get her shirts done and go to get some food to eat before sitting on a bus for the next few hours.

Hearing the man's footsteps again, she looks over with a quick turn of her head out of habit and bit her cheek, reassuring that it wasn't him.

"Okay, I got a template out from this and now all we have to do is print it on a tee and you'll be done here." He informs as he hands her back the closed sketchbook.

"I chose these." She pushes with a little fidget.

"All black? So, I guess you want white print?" She nods with a bite of her lip. "That's cool. You just look like you would wear more colorful clothing. But that's just what I see."

He lets out a little laugh, making Sophia smile and blush a little.

"Okay, I'll get these done and you'll be on your way." The two nod to each other before he disappears in the back again.

Flipping her backpack onto the counter, Sophia takes out her wallet - which was just a little coin purse that held two credit cards, about $300 in cash, and some change. Looking around the counter, she finds the chip reader and lets out a sigh of relief that she was able to use credit; since she may be out of cash in the savings account.

Organizing her backpack, she places her sketchbook in the back behind another thinner sketchbook and her pencil bag. Keeping her wallet out, she patiently waits and listens to the supposedly jazz music that played quietly. It wasn't too long before he comes back from the back room and held the clothing folded in his arms.

"Okay, well that wasn't too bad. They came out better than I thought." Sophia peeks at the tank top on the top and smiles when she sees the monochrome design that she made on a t-shirt.

"No, they look nice." She reassures with a smile. "You even got the shading."

"Oh, well thank you. I actually minored in art, so I would have thought that you might like them on there."

"Thank you."

"Now, two tanks, a cotton sweatshirt, and a fuzzy sweater with the custom design; your total will be $75.49." Pulling out the plastic, Sophia asks if they took credit before he nods and pushes the chip reader towards her.

The chip reader beeps for a second before Sophia was able to take it out and put it back in her wallet, waiting for the receipt to sign and a bag for her shirts.

"Um, your design," He begins as she packs her stuff, "would it be fine if I kept them on file? So that maybe someone else has the same design?"

Sophia stares at him for a moment before nodding. "That's completely fine. I just don't think people would like it that much. But go ahead."

"Ah, thanks. Um, what's it called? The design, I mean." He asks.

Sophia thinks about it for a moment before glancing back and answers,

"Just call it 'V-Mouth'."

And with that, she leaves the shop without looking back. Making her way to the crosswalk, she casually strolled down the sidewalk past the shops and looks around to find a burger place anywhere nearby.

It didn't take long, as she finds an old-style burger joint that also wasn't too far from the bus stop, making it convenient for her to stay inside and just look out for the bus when it arrives. Walking in and finding the corner booth, she slides in with ease and takes out her sketchbook out of habit, even though she didn't feel inspired at the moment.

A waitress made her way to the booth almost immediately as she relaxed, smiling and greeting the girl.

"Hello, I'll be your waitress for tonight. Is there anything you would like to start off with?" She asks as she pulls out a pen and notebook, ignoring the fact that Sophia didn't have a menu.

"Um, I'll just take some onion rings and Root Beer for right now." She nods and walks away - without leaving the menu.

Sophia let out a huff before taking out her phone and headphones, slipping them on with some HU playing on the other end.

She pulls out a pencil from the pencil case and opens her sketchbook to a clean page before staring at it for another few minutes. It was usually the lyrics of the song that gave her her inspiration to draw a small sketch, a full page doodle, or a signature of her designs. This time, the music was quick and paced.

We're born to live

We're born to die

We're forced to swallow these pills

And to never ask why

What I've become?

Why can't you see

That everybody, everybody, everybody's got this disease?

Sophie's brain stops for a solid moment before her hand unconsciously begins to sketch with a very fine line in the center of the paper. As the song continues, so does her drawing. She continues to play the song on repeat as the drawing comes to life as a very messy sketch, but after setting down her pencil and rummaging around for a fine tip black marker, she follows with a single stroke and cleans up the paper.

By the time her food got to her booth, she had cleaned and signed her work with the fine tip. The song she listened to was called "Disease", and she portrays that song from the lead singers verse in the chorus. It was a monochrome sketch of Danny's famous first mask with the cross over the left eye but it wasn't a full face mask. His mouth was exposed as if they were at a concert, and holding his mouth open was a masculine hand of someone in front of him. And very faintly in Danny's mouth can be seen several different varieties of pills. Like the lyrics states, "We're forced to swallow these pills and to never ask why".

"Hey, that's pretty dope." The waitress comments as she stood next to Sophia and watched her finish the drawing.

"Thanks."

"So, who is that?" Sophia looks up at the waitress in surprise before biting her tongue and shaking her head.

"Just, no one, in general." The waitress doesn't reply as she just shrugs her shoulders and leaves.

Damn. Another one who doesn't know who Hollywood Undead are.

Sophia let out a little huff before sliding her onion rings towards her and putting on her headphones again. Organizing her sketchbook and utensils together, she hides them into her backpack once again before pulling out a thick but small book out of her bag and flipping through to find her bookmark, continuing from where she left off.

Before she knew it, she only had 15 minutes until the bus was to show up. Placing the bookmark back in the book and away in her backpack. Leaving $40 for the bill and tip, she rushes to the bus stop and stood in the group of people, patiently waiting for it to arrive. She only stood for a few minutes before the bus was in sight and started to slow. Scanning the bus card, she sits in one of the front window seats that were opened and cushioned herself comfortably to be able to withstand the long drive ahead.

Jordon strummed his guitar to a song they had recently just written and sung his parts to remember the lyrics. Dylan listened to his friend mumble the lyrics and strum the guitar, all while being on his phone and texting Danny about the upcoming tour. But when the guitar stopped midstrum, he looks over at his bandmate with a curious glance.

"Hey. You good over there, Jordon?"

Jordon continues to stare off in the distance before answering back with a rhetorical question.

"Do you get this feeling that something is gonna happen soon?"

Dylan shook his head and looks back at his phone.

"I think you're a little high right now."