
Scene 1 (int) I woke up in Vegas. Alone. I remembered being in LA, and i remembered a club. It was closed, with the words "dark on tuesdays” written across the door. This was wednesday, and i have no idea where I was last night. Scene 2 (ext) The wind tugging at my hair, I stood at the end of the woods, looking over the city. I was alone. There was a tingling sensation in my eyes, like the light wanted to get past them and into my brain. It hurt. It was wednesday.
Damaged
Duality
Dark Lane
Black Keys
10,000 Hours
The Antidote
Wasted Weekends
funeral
Nowhere
Birds
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