Sat on a low stool and lightly strumming an electric guitar, a girl in her late teens with tousled red hair draping to her trench coat-clad shoulders grins slyly in the middle of this aged photo, flanked by a similarly aged pair of nearly identical-looking young men: one playing on a mounted keyboard while the other beats a silent tune on a large drum set.
Behind the trio stands a taller woman with sharper features, her body clad in a crisp suit, her lips parted in mid-verse, and primly gloved hands cupping a microphone.
With the aid of a Sharpie, the photo's been captioned "The Nightjars, Our NY Tour, 2011," while on its back, a crossed-off list is present.
"Rob: dead of stomach cancer in 2016"
"Andi: took a bone spike to the guts when Tiverton was overrun"
"Audrey: died when the air force leveled Boston"
"Melony: sitting with a broken leg while something's bringing down the door"
"I'm sorry we broke up, guys.
At least we would have died toget…"
The rest of the text is illegible through the dried stains that surround the edge of a bullet hole that clipped the picture.
Behind the trio stands a taller woman with sharper features, her body clad in a crisp suit, her lips parted in mid-verse, and primly gloved hands cupping a microphone.
With the aid of a Sharpie, the photo's been captioned "The Nightjars, Our NY Tour, 2011," while on its back, a crossed-off list is present.
"Rob: dead of stomach cancer in 2016"
"Andi: took a bone spike to the guts when Tiverton was overrun"
"Audrey: died when the air force leveled Boston"
"Melony: sitting with a broken leg while something's bringing down the door"
"I'm sorry we broke up, guys.
At least we would have died toget…"
The rest of the text is illegible through the dried stains that surround the edge of a bullet hole that clipped the picture.