Chapter: Chapter 2: Pagan Baby

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Panel 1: Elena continues from the last page, off-panel, ""...but wait until you go on tonight at 8pm." The caption reads, "Now." Three boys are playing instruments in a small practice studio. Flight cases, guitar amps, and ephemera stand around the corners of the room. On the walls behind them, a poster looking awfully similar to a Ted Leo & the Pharmacists show poster in Chicago and a Yeah Yeah Yeah's album cover hang on the wall.

The figure furthest to the left is a young Black man wearing a denim battle vest (the type of vests covered in patches and pins favored by metalheads and punks) over a dark T-shirt and jeans. He has a black baseball cap on that has a white S logo on it. This is Stef Martin, the youngest member of the band. He's playing a silver P-bass.

In the center, the drummer sits behind an orange drum set. He has shoulder-length, shaggy brown hair, and is wearing a white T-shirt with a green and orange band logo on it. They match his orange wristbands and green Castro cap. This is Tomás Shipman, Tennyson's ever-cheerful drummer. He's tapping his drumsticks together in a count-off, yelling cheerfully, "One, two, one two three four!"

To the right is Denver, wearing a Black Led Zeppelin t-shirt. A bright yellow guitar strap is slung over his shoulders, and just the neck of his red guitar pops up from the bottom of the panel.

Panel 2: A close up of Stef, the bassist, his eyes closed beneath his baseball cap. Stark, evenly spaced together lines of music denote the even strumming of his bass guitar.

Panel 3: Denver plays a chord far up the neck of his Gibson Les Paul, frowning slightly. The lines symbolizing his music swing wildly from high to low.

Panel 4: Finally, the drummer, is grinning as he plays the drums, his music lines broken up in a staccato pattern. Beneath all his scruffy beard stubble, his giant grin is wide enough to make up for how neither of his bandmates weren't smiling at all.

Panel 5: An empty panel. Someone (Stef, the bassist), interrupts the playing and says, "Wait, wait, hold up. This sounds fucking awful."