“Did you bring your earplugs?” Will (who I arrived with) asked me. He led me to a nondescript building near Societe Brewing and Southern California Comics to meet up with the rest of The Paper Thins for practice. I nodded but rummaged through my purse just in case.
Sweaty and miserable from the heatwave, we trudged through the building to the practice room, where a struggling air conditioning unit greeted us.
As the band set up, they answered some questions for their biography on this site. Finally, to prepare for practice, they turned off the fluorescent overheads, leaving only the illumination of a small lamp. It gave the practice space a moody, exclusive feel. I was about to get my own private Paper Thins show!
“Wait,” Michael said. “June wanted to take pictures. Should we turn the lights back on?”
I shrugged. I only had an old iPhone, so I knew the pictures wouldn’t come out amazing. I just wanted something to record that I had been there.
They turned the lights back on for me. And I got those exclusive photos.