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PROLOGUE Sunny South Florida has a dark side…Deadstar Assembly; a troupe of musical avant-gardes who float like demented seraphim and deliver a sinister sound that burns. ACT I The bleak and barren landscape that is the modern music scene isn't news to America's youth… it looks, sounds and smells like commercial accountability, and there are a growing number of alienated audiophiles that aren't buying into it. The industry has breast-fed a generation of entertainers so enthusiastically willing to sell themselves that any inkling of artistic integrity is muffled by the sound of their endorsements. Rap -metal suburban warriors, Gap-tastic cloud kissers, plastic pop divas, and costumed clowns… they make great marketing fodder, but seldom great songs. Everyone seems to be scrambling for a hook, and the hook never seems to be the music. Enter Deadstar Assembly. DSA knows what they're not: the butterfly band that is born, lives, and dies within the confines of a record label's fiscal q...