You start up a Mutant Jazz band named the Deep ones. One of the few such bands in Washington A C. A state very opposed in fact to such bands. Trumpet, sax and Sophila. No drums, no bass player. You must keep the band a secret. You had a drummer but talk got around he was playing Mutant jazz and he was found hung from a tree in the park. Its deadly dangerous to play such music around here. You and the boys play in the Sax player's basement. He is twelve years older then you and your sophila playing pal Bervin are. He has his own shabby house. He has sound proofed the basement himself. At this point your just a cover band. Doing awful Mutant Jazzed up cover versions of rock songs. You hope to get better soon. To at least play music worth being killed for.