I was at Urban Outfitters on Ventura Boulevard with a friend last spring when I ran into Molly Kirschenbaum. Warm, inviting, redheaded, and smiley, Molly, out shopping with her mom, was just a normal teenaged girl. But not to me.

Molly is a musical artist, known as Moollz. Before that encounter, I would often play her EP, Moon Fruit, because it took me out of the suburbs and to another galaxy with its trademark synth and Molly’s mesmerizing, inviting melodies.