Blinking awake, I sprung up in confusion just in time to see Hugh slam his huge stereo system, speakers and all, down on his sister’s nightstand. The one on the side of his sister’s bed that I was sleeping on. Once he had the stereo plugged into the electrical outlet behind his sister’s nightstand and powered up, Hugh stood back up and quickly set to work on flicking through tracks before settling on number fifteen. I knew what he was doing the second the historic drum pattern and guitar riff sounded in my ears. He’s responding.
