"Get a life!"

"Get original!"

"Get a job!"

"I have one thank you...You on the other had, I could say things about that..."

"Stuff it Darren. I am perfectly happy with the way things are and heading."

"Yeah, perfectly happy with not paying the rent and being a slob!"

"Hey now! Just who is working on this album??"

Darren huffed, folding his arms sharply as he stormed out of the room. He returned a few moments later, Daniel's jacket in his hands.

"You. Go. Now."

"What?"

"You are going to go find a job, and I'm letting you back in this apartment until you do so."

"Darren, you can't be serious?"

"Totally. Now, off with you before I change my mind and not let you come back at all."

"It's my apartment!"

"Not when you aren't paying for it. Now go Danny...Move your arse."

"Diva..."

"Wanker..."

Daniel stood, taking his jacket as he thumped out the door. Hoping off the last step and out onto the sidewalk, his disposition grew even gloomier once he realized a few very important points that he was missing. Number one, he had dropped out of school to follow his music, ei, no degree. Number two, music was the only thing he knew, period. Though he was good and decent with maths, he didn't enjoy working with customers demanding much, so retail was pretty much out. Suddenly, his new challenge turned his life certainly bleak and ugly.

Four hours he was becoming desperate, his choices becoming very limited. He had almost walked across town, scrubbing out for applications and interviews, having little or no luck what so ever.

"Damn that cheeky sod...Why is it so easy for him? He gets a music store, and I can't find anywhere in the entire city that will hire me. Am I really that bad?"

He looked himself over, deciding that maybe he could have changed and possibly used a shower before seeking out a job, but he couldn't be bothered with that. Looking down the road, he sighed gloomily as he began to walk towards his last ditch effort.

**

"Well, Mr. Jones, looks like you have no experience in this field at all..."

"Haven't really had a decent job at all..."

"I can see that as well. How well do you work under pressure?"

"Very well actually. It's how I get things done most of the time."

"Good, you're going to need it. How about working with other people?"

"Ah, employees fine, customers kinda iffy..."

"Alright, understandable. Go to this address and get your permit, our first meeting is day after tomorrow. Think you can handle that?"

"You mean I'm hired?"

"We give everyone a shot, Daniel. It all depends on you if we keep you or not."

**

Darren poked his head out the door, eyeing Daniel carefully, taking in the paper bag in his hand, and the disgusted look on his face. He wasn't exactly sure if this was a good thing or not, as he certainly did not like the expression he was being stared down with as all.

"So, did you find something?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, now can I come back in?"

Darren reluctantly pulled the door the rest of the way open, letting Daniel fall almost lifelessly onto the couch, the bag falling to the side.

"So?"

"So what?"

"So, what did you find? You can't keep it from me forever..."

Daniel sighed, squinting and glaring at the bag.

"Well, I'm not pleased with it if that is any surprise at all..."

"No, but go on."

"I'm working at a fine dining establishment...."

"A fine dining establishment?"

"Darren, you sound like a parrot. Yes, a restaurant. Working with food, feeding people..."

He got a questioning look on his face, grabbing the bag from where Dan was sitting.

"So what is this then?"

"My new uniform..."

"You don't sound too enthused there Danny. How bad could it be?"

"It's bad...Trust me..."

Darren raised an eyebrow slightly, keeping his eye on Daniel as he opened the bag, taking out the contents. He unfolded the shirt, a dark blue polo with yellow stripes across the collar and sleeves. What caught him though, was the patch on the left sleeve.

"Daniel, you can't be serious?"

"You told me to find a job, and unfortunately, it's the best I can do with what has happened."

"But clubs? DJing? Anything is better than this..."

Daniel shook his head sadly, dropping his head.

"No school, no work Dazza. That's life now."

"But Danny, McDonalds?"