By the time the sun began to peek over the Adriatic horizon, the mix was on its tenth loop. They weren't just a tired band anymore; they were a force of nature. They pulled into the festival grounds just as the crew was setting up.

Damir, the keyboardist, was slumped against the window. "I think I’m seeing double," he muttered. "And not the good kind of double where we get paid twice."

"This one?" Damir asked. "The one we recorded during that three-day wedding in Mostar?" "The very one," Vedran grinned. "Press play."