It was the beginning of spring break and for a certain chaotic family of thirteen it was a time for enjoying a break from the usual levels of madness they'd get at home. As they made their way across the country in the family wagon Lincoln was trying his best to get comfortable in the springy seat as he turned to the audience.
"Seems like any other typical trip right? The open road, the baking sun overhead and of course the four wheeled rust bucket known as Vanzilla sputtering and firing down the highway. But for once, we don't care how uncomfortable the journey is, cause it'll all be worth where we're going." The white haired boy held up a poster. "The Indie Spring Rockapalooza! One of the biggest gatherings of independent rockers in the country. Now I know what you're thinking: 'Lincoln. We know you have ear for music but what is it about this festival that's worth a four hour trip in the springy seat while being half cooked in the sun along with the growing paranoia from Lisa's