Identical in appearance, twins Winter and Tripp are as different as night and day when it comes to everything but the music they've spent the bulk of their lifetimes composing. Now they've attained the fame they always hoped for, and it's as empty and meaningless as the remains of route 66, and about as broken too. Would help if Winter could see it. Tripp's sure he'll lose his shit completely the next time some random groupie leaps on the hood...