“Ready, son?” Sam’s father looked to him expectantly. Sam, broken from a trance, turned to his dad, mumbling a small “yeah.” He glanced at the motel room they’d inhabited the past few months and blinked away the tears forming in my eyes. “Sam?”

Sam grabbed the handle of his guitar case and lifted it from the ground. ( Read more... )

                It’s not often the cast gets time like this, where they can chill out and not worry about scenes or songs or lines or fans or media. After a long day filming at some hotel, Chord enters a room and flops unceremoniously onto the bed. His eyes are closed before he lands and he’s positive he could’ve fallen asleep in minutes, but he ( Read more... )