Max's Song

I’m half-working, half-staring out the window, when the opening synth line threads through the room. That pulsing, driving riff curdles my insides before I understand why. My body goes warm. An involuntary smile spreads across my face. This song matters to me. It hits me with the force of something lived, something personal. A redheaded girl is running for her life, searching desperately to find a…