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 sh**
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