Chap 1: Tune Up #1
Eddie's p.o.v
I turn on the camera and start speaking, "We begin on Christmas eve with me, Eddie, and my roommate Christian. We live in an industrial loft on the corner of 11th street and Avenue B, the top floor of what once was a music publishing factory. Old rock and roll posters hang on the walls. We have Christian's picture advertising gigs at CBGB's and the Pyramid Club hanging on the wall too. We have an illegal wood burning stove; its exhaust pipe crawls up to a skylight. Inside we are freezing because we have no heat." Turning my camera to Christian, "smile." Christian sitting on the table with his guitar looks up and smiles and goes back to his guitar. I roll my eyes and talk, "December 24th 9 p.m. E.S.T from here on in I shoot without a script. See if anything comes of it instead of my old shit. First shot—Christian tuning his fender guitar he hasn't played in a year." Christian looks up from the guitar frustrated, "this won't tune!" I said wryly, "so we hear, he's just coming back from half a year of withdrawal." Christian interrupting annoyed, "are you talking to me?" I sighed, "not at all. Tell the folks at home what you're doing Christian." Christian still tuning playing with the strings, "I'm writing one great song—"the phone rings. Christian, "saved!" answering machine of our voices says, "Speak!" beep. Eddie's mom, "that was a very loud beep. I don't even know if this is working, Eddie, Eddie, are you screening your calls its mom. We're sorry to hear that mia dumped you, I say c'est la vie so let her be a lesbian" Christian chokes on his drink. I gave him a death glare, "there are other fishies in the sea, love mom." Christian starts laughing, "Fishies?" I just look at him, "shut up."