In the small hours of the morning, on a headlong collision into history, ambition, and magic, a trumpeter wails in the apocalypse. "You are making it happen. All the deaths. All the destruction." Tom is a solid, but not great, musician. While his bandmates are happy to play gigs for themselves at their own clubs, drinking free beer and shooting the breeze, Tom aches for the next level, whatever that is. And as musicians are wont to do in magical...