Mitch doesn't take off his headphones. The little earbuds always understand him. Well, the lyrics playing through them. He sits back, struggling through senior year, alone as he likes it. But someone doesn't want him to be alone. Someone is tired of watching Mitch get beat up by life. That someone will find a way to talk to Mitch without lyrics and a beat behind him. He writes his own song, and it's the only one Mitch wants to listen too.