"I have some classes to get to later, so I'll just meet up with you all there." Rhett told the group as he left to go and get his car. While it wasn't the prettiest thing around, it was in fair condition, and the only real reason it wasn't all that glamorous was because he had other things that were more important to him than cleaning out his car filled with notes and papers of all sorts.

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The young man followed behind Joey as he drove to the site that they would be regrouping at, and sat patiently in his car, playing music that a person like him wouldn't usually be listening to. For a study a few years ago, he had studied several genres of music and their affect and mark on society. It was at a time when he was still figuring out what he was going to be spending his life doing, and although many of the genres he learned to love because of that study, researching demographics, cultures, and subcultures wasn't what he was planning to continue to do. He loved listening to the powerful guitar riffs of late eighties through early nineties rock, and felt that it was much better than the music today,