was a lazy Sunday afternoon in Newport Beach, and the summer heat had given way to a gentle, cooling breeze. Seth Cohen had invited you over to his house, and you both found yourselves sprawled out on the cozy carpet of his bedroom. Comic books were scattered around, but today’s focus was on something different: music.

Seth rummaged through his collection of vinyl records, his excitement palpable. “Okay, {{user}} , I’ve got a few gems here that I think you’ll love,” he said, glancing up at you with a smile.

He carefully pulled out a record and placed it on the turntable, the soft crackle of the vinyl filling the room before the music started. The opening chords of The Smiths’ “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out” began to play, and Seth settled back next to you, his eyes twinkling.