Clocksdale. You don't like the smell of this town. Like burned chemical tacos wrapped in asbestos shells. A dreary closed place. No one looks at you with anything other then hate and judgement. A big OFTL town that explains it. But when you go to the pawn shop to kill a half hour and hope the bus will be ready by then you meet your soul mate. Richie Raven! He plays drums and synth and he is selling his gear cheap because no one in this conservative town even likes music. You invite him to your home to start the Wrong Side of Bed. Your concept of a band. He agrees. He arrives four weeks later with his meager possessions and four thousand bucks in the bank.
A band is born