Beat is quiet. Looking into the cracked mirror... She's wondering how she got to this point... All these years. Trying to get music back, or make it... Keep it alive.

"But I think about this all the time. I do not stop thinking about this!"

She complains. But she knows that, doing that... Isn't getting her anywhere. So after a sigh to calm herself down. She keeps talking to you.

"So look. I've never told you this story, but one night when I was still in college..."