Three girls text and drive towards an inevitable crash.

"This short short satirizes the trope of L.A. girls hanging out of convertibles, young, beautiful and rich. Just like they do in the movies, or music videos, they joyously reach toward the palm trees above, or lift up their sunglasses and stare at the camera lustily in slo-mo over thumping beats. Meola strips away everything else, leaving only the empty montage — a funny but unsettling effect."

                                                                     - Kentucker Audley