Jay’s Perspective – Retreat Sparks & Secrets

Scene: Cabo retreat at night. Soft strings of lights blink overhead. Waves crash nearby. The house is quiet. Jay and Abby walk the shoreline barefoot.

Jay (thinking silently): Every step feels heavier now—especially after pods. A song began to form in my chest the moment she turned toward someone else.

Jay (quietly to Abby): “You know… I stayed for a reason.” (He waits, guitar slung across his back.) “I didn’t plan on feeling this deep. I wrote it the night I knew you were choosing someone else.”

Abby remains quiet, content to listen—but guarded.

Jay: “I never told Skylar about us. We met once, long ago. He booked a show I played in L.A.—before any of this began.”

(Camera cuts to a shot of Skylar just out of earshot, tension creeping into muscle memory.)

Later in the evening, during group mingling, Jay notices Skylar give Abby a strange look. The air tightens.

That night, on the balcony beneath amber glow:

Jay (softly strumming): “It goes like this…” He plays fragile chords, voice hushed. ““You walked away while I was mid-sentence… a song unsung, a dream unspoken…”*

Skylar steps onto the balcony, face unreadable.

Skylar: “She didn’t ask for your song.”

Jay (looking forward): “Songs don’t wait. They don’t ask permission.”

Abby watches, torn. The crack of truth widens.