It’s a Wednesday night in 2005. You’re patiently waiting for your favorite TV show to come on because last week’s episode ended on a cliffhanger, and Netflix is still a mail-based DVD rental service. In fact, the word binge is only used in reference to your Cheetos eating habit. You are in your skinny jeans. You don’t even know if they’re cool or not yet, and you’re listening to tunes on your first-generation iPod shuffle filled with songs illegally downloaded from Napster. First up is Gavin DeGraw. His hit I Don’t Want to Be is mainstream famous because it’s the opening credit song for One Tree Hill. However, you listen to the version from the stripped album (an edgy, less produced compliment to the original album that is just Gavin’s raspy tenor and a guitar.) Gavin croons, and you dream about a life with Chad Michael Murray, except it’s the Chad Michael Murray from A Cinderella Story, and you’re getting married in Hillary Duff’s iconic dress—mask and all. Next, you play Hand in My Pocket by Alanis Morissette. You love this song because all your BFFs are into Ironic, so to be ironic, Hand in My Pocket is your jam….