A converted Clerk

Hiding behind the counter was a very terrified Clerk. Long black unkempt hair tangled around his head and sweat dripped from his palm. He was clutching his loud metal-playing headphones as fast as he could. "There's no need to feel, you'll listen much better once your fixed." A teacher said, putting her hands onto the large noise-obscuring device. They began playing a different, much softer tune, music more appropriate for a proper teacher. "No, n-no stop!" He shouted, but it was too late. The headphones wouldn't budge overtop his ears.