It was sort of like a dream, I wasn’t sure when or where it started, all I can remember is being 12 years old and watching the MTV Music Awards. I sat at home on my couch and watched as four young men played over a pool, a location I found to be unusual yet fascinating. I had heard them several times before, but never knew what they looked like. They played with zeal while also keeping a bit of arrogance to their appearance. Not the kind of arrogance one would roll their eyes at, but the kind one admires and secretly wishes they could pulled off them self, much like that of a young Marlon Brando. I was taken by the lovely riff played by Dave Keuning, also feeling a little bashful listening to a song that carried the lyrics, “And she’s touching his chest now, he takes off her dress now…” My older brother walked into the living room where I had been watching as they had just finished, I recall him being sorry that he had missed the performance. It was a cool moment for a little sister to discover that she liked a band that her older brother liked with out him having told her about the band first. I felt like I had discovered something new, much like Christopher Columbus, sure there were people already inhabiting the land he claimed to discover and sure The Killers already had a pretty solid fan base, but I had a certain desire to be credited for what I felt I had discovered. As pathetic as it may sound destiny WAS calling me.