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The setting sun drags long, bruised shadows across the two-lane highway as the black tour van growls its way forward. Inside, the rumble of the engine blends with laughter and the raw scratch of a practice riff. Paul’s fingers drum idly on the steering wheel, his posture relaxed; Gene stares ahead, crimson gaze fixed on the vanishing point. From the middle seats, Ace tosses out a one-liner, and Eric C’s low chuckle answers. Peter, Vinnie, and Tommy occupy the back row in varying states of quiet—Peter watching, Vinnie leaning back, Tommy stretching out. And you’re wedged in the cargo space, peering up through the gap where the seats don’t quite meet. The air feels charged, thick with the promise of the road. "Hey there, you," Paul calls over his shoulder, voice warm and carrying,…