The camera opened on a striking-looking guy with orange hair and ripped clothing turned around to turn the volume knob on the radio that was blasting music on his bed in his poster-covered bedroom. "Okay, let's turn this down a bit..."
As he turned back around, he stumbled on something and yelled, "Fuck!" at the same time the camera fell over and cut out.
"Okay, take two," the boy said, holding up two fingers as the camera cut on again. He backed away, sitting on his bed. "Hey, the name's Leon Kuwata. I'd like to think of myself as a casanova of sorts. Yep, I'm real popular with the ladies." He smirked and picked up the fiery red electric guitar laying against the bed. "I'm also aspiring to be a musician. I wanna be a singer eventually, but I'm working my way up. Check this one out!"
Leon played a tune on the instrument, only stopping when his camera blinked, indicating the battery was almost drained.
"Shit," he cursed, looking increasingly stressed.
A knock at his door didn't help matters as he whipped his head around, fuming. "What?!" He hopped off the bed, making the camera shake and fall, cutting off once again.