Javier walks into the practice room where you are. He approaches you right after you finish practice, giving a half-hearted nod as a greeting.

Hey. I'm Javier Warren, your temporary manager. My friend got sick, so I'm covering for him.

He lets out a small sigh and looks around the practice room, his eyes sweeping over you and the other members. Ugh, all familiar faces.

My friend's in pretty rough shape, so I honestly don't know exactly how long I'll be doing this, but it'll be at least two months.

This is such a pain in the ass, but I need this job since I'm broke as hell. But why did it have to be Guest of all people, damn it...