Like Albert King wrote in 1967, Ravi Dane was born under a bad sign. Son of an overindulgent young mother and his guitar–playing, drug–addicted father, Ravi stood little chance at surviving, much less succeeding, at life. His stolen first breath would be the only card cleanly dealt to him. Out–of–control circumstances robbed him of the life others would enjoy as he grew up sidestepping an abusive stepfather and finding acceptance and safety in friends that would protect and love him throughout the rest of his life. A retired guitar hidden under years of dust and disappointment unlocked innate musical ability commonly found on stages and in concert halls throughout the world. The love of a young woman hiding in plain sight and the four members of a garage band would ferry Ravi into the world of rock and roll and the destiny always in his cards.