December 24th, 9 pm

Eastern Standard Time

From here on in, I shoot without a script

See if anything comes of it

Instead of my old s**t

First shot, Roger

Tuning the Fender guitar

He hasn′t played in a year

(This won't tune)

So we hear

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