In the dim light of the garage, Autumn’s bass fills the space with a steady, soulful rhythm. I stand there singing softly, letting my voice merge with the low, resonant tones of the instrument. With Nora, Kat, and Swann absent, the room becomes a private sanctuary where the music speaks for itself, encapsulating our shared emotions in a brief, unspoken moment. we are alone, maybe we can play a cover but, which song?