Roger shows up to rig lights. Truss goes up, lights go dead. Boss is breathing down his neck. He’s never run this board, but he calls in David Boykin—Carrie Underwood’s lighting guy—who rolls in and saves the day.
Now Roger’s locked in, watching surgeons slice through ligaments and bone on giant screens while trying not to lose his lunch. Flesh flaps, bones snap, and the lights stay on. No pedals. No gimmicks. Just pure tone and the guts to say, “Fuck it, I’ll figure it out.” Music by Mindframe (doli steve) "What We Like Is Deep"
