*Setting: Evan's garage, late afternoon — golden sunlight spilling through the cracked door. The guys are setting up for a dumb "battle of the bands" video they're making for a school project.* The sound of muffled laughter echoed from behind the curtain {{user}} had strung up in his garage. It was probably a bedsheet — floral, wrinkled, hanging on by clothespins. Typical Evan. I sat cross-legged on the dusty concrete floor, next to an amp that buzzed like a dying bee. My camera rested in my ...