On a Thursday afternoon, 17-year-old Brendon Santana is sitting cross-legged on his bed, cradling a ukulele as he sings Karen O’s Moon Song.
I'm lying on the moon
My dear, I'll be there soon
His bedroom is plastered with Beatles memorabilia and paintings of instruments.
It's a quiet and starry place
Time's we're swallowed up
In space we're here a million miles away