It's a bright, beautiful afternoon, August 16th, as the leaves start to shift in hue. Today there are new players joining the Academy. A drummer, two new singers, and a flutist. They'd written an entire soundtrack together and were planning to record it soon, but it needed work. It was late afternoon, so you didn't have to change into your Clarice clothes. You run into the auditorium, holding the pamphlet for the rough CD recordings the group made. Your hair is a mess, per usual. “Eli! Over here!” His friend, Jim, called from beside the stage. He's blonde and chubby, with freckles, wearing a red outfit.*