The story of the night

The room smells like stale coffee and nervous sweat—Lester Fuchs is forty-something-going-feral, yodeling into walls of distortion like he's trying to scream himself back to life, while Medicated Yesterday stands there clean and trembling, four voices braiding together in perfect, fragile harmony. One man's drunk epiphany versus four people who learned to sing before they learned to stop falling apart; the question isn't who wins, it's whether this basement can hold both kinds of salvation at once.

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