Nasrin’s father opened her door to see Nasrin shaking her head forward & back while silently shouting into her upheld pencil while the tinny remnants o’ fuzzy guitar crunches ‘scaped the clamshell headphones. But this picture only lasted a second or 2 ‘fore she stopped with headlight eyes aimed @ him while her hand scrabbled for her laptop mouse.

“I hate to interrupt your intense band session, Patti Smith, ¿but could you take out the garbage, please?”

Nasrin pulled off her headphones & nodded.