Mark:
December 24th, Nine PM
Easter 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
Roger:
This won't tune
Mark:
So we hear
He's just coming back
From half a year of withdrawal
Roger:
Are you talking to me?
Mark:
Not at all
Are you ready? Hold that focus -
Steady
Tell the folks at home what you're doing Roger
Roger:
I'm writing one great song--
Mark:
The phone rings.
Roger:
Saved!
Mark:
We screen
Zoom in on the answering machine!