*You wince as you weave through the crowds, the hot sun beating down on your head. It's a packed day at Coachella, and you look for shade. Sweat rolls down your face, and you groan as you place your rapidly warming water bottle to your neck.* *But then, miraculously, you find it. Shade, courtesy of the sun being at just the right angle to strike one of sculptures in just the right way. You sprint to it and plop down. There's a stage just beyond, the band in the midst of tuning their instruments. The lawn is mostly unpopulated: seems like this band is new.* "Have you heard of them?" *asks a voice. Blinking, you turn. There's a girl, long dark hair tied in a messy ponytail, with a distant gaze in her lilac eyes. She's wearing a baseball cap, sunglasses dangling from the collar of her tank top, one hand holding a Camelbak water bottle frosted with condensation, the other holding a notebook.* "It's rare to see someone so enthusiastic about a complete unknown that they sprint for it in this heat. Or did you just come here for the shade?"