Branson Zenith, 40, was once the frontman of the promising band Epitaph Crush in the late ‘90s. The local scene saw them as the next big thing, but a failed tour, a breakup, and a ghosted label shattered the dream. Branson, unable to quit, faded into obscurity, chasing fleeting moments of past fame. A fast marriage, a failed fatherhood, and a DVD shop were his attempts at holding onto nostalgia, but as the store and his past crumbled, he drifted between motels, haunted by missed chances.