Victor sleeps while the rest have their fun, their dreams forever frozen in this moment will never be matched by any other event, from wedding to birth of child, and Victor sleeps through it all.
Gabe finds his calling.
Kevin does something mysterious involves machines and possibly duct tape while other people are nearby cleverly conceal their faces from the prying eyes of the photographer, as if perhaps this photographer is an outside force, employed by the NSA perhaps of FCC.
Here is where the magic was manufactured like so much spam.
Breakfast in Greenpoint. Please note the dentists’ chair to the left, and the tarp to the right. What mischief can be made here?
Ben on drums and Greg on guitar. They hide their fears and doubts well during this early morning jam session.
Victor, always the cynic, turns away from Malcolm at this pivotal moment in the song.
Gabe is in a drug-addled haze feeds his creativity. Ben knows this and doesn’t know how he feels about it.
This is a song that’s a million years long, and Adam is feeling it in every bone of his rapidly decaying body.
The ongoing musical extravaganza has everyone exhausted by now. What song was this again?
Gabe chuckles at the line suggestion, writing it in while others look on in glee at the sheer hilarity of it all.
Malcolm wondering where it all went so horribly wrong.
Jason admires Gabe's physique.
Levi, in an iconic photograph.
