Vina Wira band. On the drums is a guy who also writes code. The lead singer is a gifted songstress redefining what society wants her to be. The bass guitarist and vocalist hides himself under an electric personality. That moody fellow at the back is the songwriter and a pianist, born to privilege but with darkness that can’t fit in a travelling bag. The band is struggling. Every Thursday they play in the streets of Nairobi, outside a building that houses a recording label they hope will sign them, give them their big break. At night, they play in a shady bar overlooking a junkyard with dismembered vehicles. They are hungry to make it. But does the universe share their hunger?