I’m imagining some guy and
I’m imagining some guy and his wife in the garage furiously flickering the light switches in precise coordination, sweat dripping off of their brows.
“Henry, my fingers are getting sweaty, and we are almost to the cresendo beats!”
“Shut the fuck up, Margaret! We can’t mess up those phat beats! I swear, if your finger slips off that mid switch and you mess this up for me……”