Voice Mail #1

MARK
December 24th, nine p.m.
Eastern Standard time
From here on in
I shooot 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!