The headphones rested on his shoulders as the gutarist made sure to tune the frets individually. The recording studio was small, and not very accomadating. Infact it looked like a modified studio apartment. To Will. It was heaven. The hired musicians in the background did there sound checks and postioned mics as the producer and sound techs gave the go ahead as the tape began rolling. He take a light breath as he began to strum his guitar and song began to play. Appropriate images playing on the LCD screen to show the points in the music and to sync it to the Video. He played in a slow southern trum in G as he sang.

She lifts her skirt up to her knees,
walks through the garden rows with her bare feet, laughing.
I never learned to count my blessings,
I choose instead to dwell in my disasters.
I walk on down the hill,
through grass, grown tall and brown
and still its hard somehow to let go of my pain.

The screen would be playing Several images as he sang the song. A raven haired woman walking bare feet in a white summers gown on Hathian beach front. Then will singing with his eyes closing with a slow pan to the band, quickly changing to after effects of Katrina, and a mother holding her child in tears. The rave haired woman walking bare feet down the curve of Slim goodies, than fading back to Will playing his guitar in the slow strum

On past the busted back of that old and rusted Cadillac
that sinks into this field, collecting rain.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

The raven hair woman walking by Hathian motors where a delapitated car would be and zooming to her shoulders upon the back drop of her walking into the city, and the sun setting slighty before fading back to Will singing, head moving slighty left to right as he said 'So Empty, So Estranged'

And of these cut-throat busted sunsets,
these cold and damp white mornings
I have grown weary.
If through my cracked and dusted dime-store lips
I spoke these words out loud would no one hear me?

The city would be empty as she walked into the city infront of the raven haired woman a sunset would rising from the east, still alluding her face as it would fade out to the violinist, the drummer and bassit before going back to will as he sang.

Lay your blouse across the chair,
let fall the flowers from from your hair
and kiss me with that country mouth, so plain.

Will would be walking in a white shirt towards the faceless woman which the camera still hasnt shown as she lets the wind catch her showl and blow with the gust of wind that reflect the change of the seaons and leaves brush upong there heels.

Outside, the rain is tapping on the leaves,
to me it sounds like they're applauding us the the quiet love we made.
Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged.

The Camera would pan back to the whole of the band as they played, then fade into a old crusted apartment, with flashed of industrial themes of Hathian and nature decaying as Will and the Raven haired woman would roll on the bed, not showing anything do as the music continued to play and crescendo before panning directly to Will.

Well I looked my demons in the eyes,
laid bare my chest, said "Do your best, destroy me.

The Camera would pan back to where the Faceless woman hair would be covering his face, indicating as if he talking to her.

You see, I've been to hell and back so many times,
I must admit you kind of bore me.There's a lot of things that can kill a man,
there's a lot of ways to die,
listen, some already did that walked beside me

Camera panning out to the faceless woman walking away as he was proclaiming those words, and she continued to motion to the door as if uninterested.

There's a lot of things I don't understand,
why so many people lie.
Its the hurt I hide that fuels the fire inside me.

Will would then be slumped over the bed, hands rubbing his face then as the camera flashed to the night in the bed, then to Katrina, and footage of HPD violence and random rioting, than flas h to him letting his hand drops as the camera would pan out so the whole room could reflect that it was now the Studio they were in and the band played on.

Will I always feel this way?
So empty, so estranged

The music continuing to slowly rise and slow, camera flashing to the band members then resting on the Raven haired woman walking on the beach, and Then back to will looking down at his Guitar as the G chord rang and went silent.

OOC:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mT69zOTNa8Q