Rick grew up poor, on a farm in Appalachia. You know the stereotypes: that was Rick, all right — until he was about 14 and his mother took him into town to buy clothes for school. It was an overnight trip, and Rick snuck out of his aunt’s house and found the only thing to do: go see some metal band named ShapeShifter that no one had ever heard of. The music grabbed Rick immediately. Somehow, improbably, he struck up a friendship with Trevor Wolff, picked up a bass, and set his sights on the Bass Institute.
Trevor paid Rick’s tuition at the Institute, saying that he’d get Rick to pay him back one day, but not really meaning it. But then comes the day when things change?
