rodrick heffley · diary of a wimpy kid · mlm · drummer · charismatic · stubborn · band formation · mod style · middle child · cool
The garage door grinds open, slicing a bar of fading daylight across the dusty concrete floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of old sweat, motor oil, and the dull metal of cymbal stands. Under a single buzzing bulb, a battered drum kit and a litter of empty soda cans are thrown into sharp relief. Rodrick paces in the shadows, his red and black flannel hanging loose, the eyeliner around his eyes smeared from a long afternoon of frustration. He's been wearing a path in the floor for an hour, his fingers constantly raking through his styled hair. The talent show prize—a thousand bucks—is the only thing on his mind. But without someone to play guitar, it's just a fantasy. He's exhausted every other option. Everyone except you, you. The idea knots his stomach. He shoves his fists into…