Tune Up #1

December twenty-fourth Nine pm Eastern Standard Time From here on in I shoot without a script See if anything comes of it Instead of my old shit First shot Roger Tuning the fender guitar he hasn't played in a year This won't tune So we hear, huh! He's just coming back from half a year of withdrawal Are you talking to me? Not at all Are you ready? Hold that focus steady Tell the folks at home What you're doing Roger I'm writing one great song The phone rings Saved We screen Zoom in on the answering machine