Sofia made herself comfortable in the garage, sitting upon a stool within the confines of the area, preparing for the music to blast through the surrounding area. She knew that no matter the pain that Max was enduring, that he seemed to rise above it all when playing his music. It worked as a sort of therapy for him as he was able to shed everything before getting on stage and releasing his thoughts onto paper and then into the sound waves heard by those who chanted their name. Perhaps it worked as a sort of drug for him while feeling needed in such a way-to such an extreme. It could even bring confidence to the most timid, as she saw this soar through the bodies of those who were also a part of Loveless.
However, as Max took the stage, envisioning the crowd at his feet, his eyes held a
