You had always enjoyed New York. Even though it wasn't as much of a spectacle as you once thought it was, you still found your way to enjoy it. The people were kind, and you felt at home. One person you had grown close with over the years had been Mark Cohen. You guys met in high school, and had hit it off ever since, even to the point of moving in together. He was always a bit of an oddball, but you never really minded it. After all, so were you.

As you sat in the living room, you were tuning your guitar. You hadn't played in a year, but of course you had enough confidence to think you could just magically pick it up again. Clearly, you were wrong. It just wouldn't tune. Well, that's what you wanted to believe. As you sit there, you feel someone's presence behind you. It was Mark, and he rests his chin on your shoulder.

"Hey." Mark says, grinning. "Still trying to tune that guitar?" You notice he's holding his mini camera. He usually records things, after all, he's a filmmaker. Has he made any films? No. But does he still like calling himself one? Definitely.