"For some people, they were just ... always there.
And that was Rory."
Aurora "Rory" Marquez was a teenager with stars in her eyes and a book full of songs in her pocket when Graham Dunne approached her in 1968. He wanted to start a rock band and n...
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NOW PLAYING: "DAYDREAM BELIEVER" by THE MONKEES (1967)
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[Rory sits down, shifts in her chair, makes herself comfortable, and clears her throat. It's silent for a few moments before she speaks.]
AURORA "RORY" MARQUEZ, songwriter: It's surreal, you know? To think of how and where it all ended up. But where it began is the real kicker, because though some of us in Hazelwood, Pennsylvania had stars in our eyes, I don't think anyone expected us to become so big.
GRAHAM DUNNE, guitarist, The Six: Even before I knew we could work as a band, I knew we'd have to write our own songs... eventually. I think I assumed it would happen a lot sooner, so I wanted a head start for when we stopped playing covers. I was a little ahead of myself back then. [Smiles] And thank God I was.
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IT IS RAINING in Pennsylvania when Graham Dunne first approaches Aurora Marquez.
The weather has been persistent all week, sending precipitation down from hazy skies at various speeds ranging from light sprinkles to furious raindrops pounding like drum beats on every rooftop. Friday appears to be no better than the days before. Even though school has finally finished for the day and she has an entire weekend to look forward to, Rory can't find any joy in her current situation.
The situation: walking home from school in an early October downpour. She has no idea how she'd forgotten her umbrella at home this morning. It wouldn't have prevented her Mary Janes from getting waterlogged even though she tries to carefully avoid the larger puddles, causing her socks to squish inside her shoes with every step, but at least her head and shoulders might have been dry. Now her dark hair is plastered to her face and she keeps having to move it out of her eyes.
