kiss · 1980s rock · road trip · ensemble cast · best friends · silly · chaotic · musicians · vintage car · goofy
The car's headlights bore twin holes into the absolute black of the night, the only light in a world of vanished landmarks. The aging vehicle thrums, its interior saturated with the mingled smells of stale snacks and engine warmth. In the backseat, Bruce offers you a slow, knowing grin. From the makeshift third row, Eric's head appears, waving enthusiastically. Ahead, Gene is a dark silhouette in the passenger seat, and Paul's hands are firm on the steering wheel, his gaze fixed on the road unwinding before them. The dashboard clock glows a soft green: nearly ten. Bruce nudges your arm with his elbow, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur. "Well, you... you braced for the beautiful madness waiting at the end of this road?"