Kyle, for his part, was really more of a rap and hiphop guy. But Carter had more or less dragged him to the concert because Carter's musical tastes were apparently perfectly in tune with 80s sax solos. (Kyle suspected that Carter was also probably the first one to do Journey at any given karaoke night.) So the two Jersey boys wound up in the crowd, nibbling on cotton candy and drinking beers. Kyle was the first to spot David, but thankfully it was Carter who got pulled in to dance. Kyle had all the rhythm and grace of a newborn deer.

"DUDE. We could start a band!" Kyle enthused. "I mean. I think we need a drummer... Carter, David, you BOTH play guitar. I mean, David apparently plays everything. Carter, you probably play the fuckin... recorder or something, too."