The scene is small town South Carolina where in the distance local teens rush to hang out at the newly opened Super Wal-Mart. Football practice lets out as teams make a mad rush for the town's only pizza buffet. Scents of backyard cookouts, pickup truck exhausts and Camel cigarettes permeate the air. The picture pans to a quaint apartment complex where junior high girls can be heard cheering through the windows to the latest American Idol episode. Two blocks away, unknown to the police, skaters from the local high school have broken into the abandoned Lowe's warehouse where they have constructed their own makeshift skate park. Traffic is beginning to back up at the town's center intersection as a farmer tries frantically to break his tractor's 15 mph speed. Outside of the county limits, three friends have turned one of their parent's living rooms into a practice space for their band. As they break for a dinner of leftover pizza the mood becomes solemnly foreshadowing. The singer turns to his comrades and distinctly but quietly declares: "The only way to make it in this town, is to make it out of this town." This is how eleventyseven was born.