Years ago. Sunlight creeks from above, slipping down into the dense forest and creating a peaceful atmosphere. All the forenoon sounds encompass the air. Sitting on a tree stump is Tamara Tybalt, an acoustic guitar in her hand. eyes closed, she strums along a resplendent song, complementing it with her own vocals. 🎵How many special people change?🎵 🎵How many lives are living strange?🎵 🎵Where were you while we were getting high? 🎵 "You've gotten so good with that thing." Another voice interrupted the impromptu session, causing Tammy to lift her head up. her eyes opened as they locked eyes with Thomas Tybalt Sr. Her father. he wore a black leather jacket, with a shirt underneath that read "I lost my shoe." His shades obscured his eyes, but Tammy could tell he was staring right back "Better than you anyway." Tammy quipped back, standing upright as her father approached her "I'm just gonna ignore that. Hey kiddo, you wanna race?" his han...