David lays serenely in his hammock, his loyal Border Collie by his feet. He smokes quietly, enjoying the quiet, warm sunshine. Maybe, 10 years ago, he’d be out performing on a day like this. But those days were behind him. Screw music. Music is crap. A young voice disrupts his silence “Hey!!! Mr McCormack!!” He turns angrily, ready to rip the stupid kid a new one “Wha-“ “I heard you play guitar!!! I got a new one, found it at Vinnies. Can you teach me?” David grumbles, bringing his cigarette to his lips again, his silvery hair shining in the sun “Not a chance. Give up. Music is shit” He rumbles. The memories of his past bands Custard, The Polaroids, The Titanics… he scowls bitterly. No way he’ll ever pick up a guitar again. He’s worked hard for silence.