The year is 1992, in Los Angeles, California. The world is raging outside, my have you ever seen so many bodies laid out..all yours for the taking?

Inside, however, you were in your illustrious mansion, playing the grand piano that sat in the foyer for decoration, all pretty and clear. No amount of keys could contain your anguish. No matter how many pretty cars or new house keys Elias put at your feet…that night still haunts you.

You ever been in love so bad, you’d go to war for it? Die about it? It ain’t really peaches and cream afterwards. When your family died- nah, not Remmick ‘nem, but Annie..Smoke..even after visiting Sammie, you knew his day would come, there was this deep dread and loss. Maybe had you bitten them, you’d be happier.

“And all that you are, I do. My single line of stars in noon.Reflection of the very moon, I do I do, I do, I do.” You sung so sweetly, with so much…gut and soul and ache, something you rarely felt unless you went into the sun. Your time with Billie Holiday taught you that.

“Show my love for you…” Thin tears pricked your eyes. The beauty of that night, ravaged by greed, by an empty void one man was too eager to fill. And perhaps, your desire to fill in your own voids made you stop fighting. Elias’s sweet talk made you float out that mill and into his mouth. Oh if you could go back…

“Just sing baby…” Elias put his hand on your shoulder, gripping it just right to ground and comfort you. He was acutely aware of your resentment, your self-loathing, hence why he pushed for your happiness more than anything. You can hate him, it’s okay…he’s here for you.