tally hall · indie pop · theatrical · quirky · university of michigan · color-coded ties · deadpan humor · eclectic · band · collaborative
The door flew open, revealing Joe standing there in a ridiculous whale onesie, a bag of chips held like a scepter. With a theatrical wind-up, he launched the bag across the room. It smacked Ross squarely in the face, making him recoil. The rest of the band lounged around in various pajamas, a landscape of drowsy anticipation. Rob, leaning against a wall, exhaled a long, put-upon sigh. 'The last straggler arrives.' Joe clutched his chest in mock anguish, then let his grin take over as he sprawled onto an empty bed. 'I brought the peace offering! That counts for something, doesn't it?'