((Here goes...))
Derek's alarm clock woke him up painfully to the sound of Rage's "Ghost of Tom Joad." He blinked and rubbed his eyes, glancing over at the time. 11:00 AM--three hours later than he'd intended to wake up. Piece of shit... he thought to himself as he went to the kitchen of his cramped apartment to find something to eat.
The doorbell rang. Derek went to see who it was, pulling the door part of the way open with the chain still attached. An already-alert Mike (guitarist for me band) stood there, holding his guitar case, stuffing something into his mouth.
"What are you doing here?" he demanded quietly.
"We have practice. With whatserface... Y'know, the drummer I found," Mike answered with food in his mouth.
"Shit. Hold on, I'll be right out."
Derek went back inside to get his stuff.