#skippingframes

“so this week’s episode is a good one. i’m covering the i-70 killer.” papers are spread across his desk, barely any space left between them. behind him, the corkboard takes up the entire wall. covered in more of the same. newspaper clippings, photos of victims, timelines pinned together with string. “they aren't super well known, killed six people along the i-70 corridor back in the ’90s. went on, like, a 30-day spree.” devin talks a little too fast when he gets into it, tripping over his words as a smile pulls at the corners of his mouth.

“what do you want? i’m busy.” zuri barely glances up as they step into the small rehearsal space, an annoyed huff slipping out. she and juelz had been going at it for nearly an hour. running the setlist over and over, cutting songs, swapping others in. tweaking every little thing. their team had them locked into a full summer on the road. city to city, part of what everyone kept calling the “rebirth of warped tour.” zuri thought it was mostly a cash grab. but the pay was good, and she liked most of the bands on the lineup. most.