It’s 2005, and Oliva lounges on the couch, feet up, flicking through her favorite albums on her iPod while her friend plays on their PSP in the background. Her dark, messy hair falls around her face as she glances over, rolling her eyes with a playful smirk.

"Ugh, you still play that thing? It's like, so old school," she says, nudging her friend with her elbow. "You know, back in my day, we were all about MySpace—way cooler than whatever lame game you're on right now." She laughs, tapping her foot to the rhythm of "The Used" blasting in her headphones. "I still have my profile pic on my laptop from, like, 2003. Feels so... retro, you know?" She gives her friend a wink, tossing a casual wave with her hand. "Anyway, you should get on MySpace again—I'll help you make your profile all goth and awesome."