𝐍𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮
they whispered to me as I awoke from my sleep
told me stories beyond what had once dreamed
a new one was I
when dreams are made tangible some say they become a nightmare
for they know you will worry and shrink
for when you are born you are guaranteed grief
but if we are born to love
then I am happy to weep
“Só“
It’s 9:08pm at a NOLA jazz bar. Wrapped up in his vices, Mack (23) is a frustrated pianist drowning his sorrows in a whiskey and cigarette. He’s trapped in a cycle of despair fueled by habits that only bring him shame. Craving some new music, Wyle (24) sees Mack at the piano and invites herself to sit with him. The sight of Wyle clears the fog from Mack’s head and the smoke from his lips as she ashes his cigarette, and they begin to play. Wyle becomes a muse for Mack, and the two of them play for hours, as the bar clears and the ice in Mack’s whiskey melts. Wyle gets ready to leave, but Mack urges her to stay; she was the first breath of fresh air that he had felt in a long time and he wanted more. Wyle appraises Mack—his torture, his talent—and decides that if he gives up drinking and smoking, he will see her again. Without hesitation, Mack clears the ash tray and glass from the top of the piano, and the two share a last look of the night, until they meet again.
Cast:
Mack @tristiankinney
Wyle @emilynewlandd
Bartender @nickaalcorn
Crew:
@laythhandoush@xavier_783
Thank you @lamont_clayton for allowing me your space.
