The Kings

Atop an abandoned parking structure, littered with maybe three straggling cars - everyone had gone home and had better things to do. I was sitting shotgun in a tiny grey hatchback, with the green glow of the instrument panel reflecting off my girlfriend's eager face, desperate for me to 'get' their Aha Shake Heartbreak album like she did. I, on the other hand, wore something more of a grimace or cringe - what in the world was going on with his vocal chords? Did he gargle with razor blades, then glass over the irreparable damage? We didn't move from where we were parked deep into the latter half of the album, two kids with nothing better to do, spending their time the best way they possibly could. I could feel my stubborn self melt away.