Dialogue: New Dawn Fades

V

1AReally think anyone gives a rat's dick how you look?

1BFuck... Don't think I'll ever get used to this.

1CGotta say, update's quite an improvement…

Shit. Gotta pack, too.

And I gotta stop talkin' to you, V.

V

2ABest not leave this lyin' aroud…

2AGonna need a ride. Steve, gotta talk to Steve.

V

3AMhm...

V

4AGot a bit of time. Think I'll manage to swing by and visit you two.

4AGot a bit of time. Think I'll manage to swing by and visit you.

V

5ANot much. But I'm all right with that.

V

6AAhh, V...

V

8AWe lost everything...

Steve

Who is it? Whaddaya want?

V

1ARelax. It's me, Steve.

1BIt's Richard Night. I built this fuckin' city. Open up.

Steve

Mhh…

I still suck, I know.

Hey!

V

Hey, guy.

Steve

What's up, choom?

'Cause I got that new album from Curse These Metal Hands. First four tracks? Preem-genius.

V

2ANeed wheels and a good driver for the day. Couple things in town I gotta take care of.

Steve

2ANo problem. I'll take you.

2AMy mom whigs out when I don't tell her I'm leavin'.

2ABut it's not like she can hear me when I try to warn her.

2AYou ready?

V

2BBet you didn't get that shiner all by yourself.

Steve

2BUhmm...

V

2BOld man?

Steve

2BYeah... Forgot to wake him up. He was late gettin' to work. I mean, guess I kinda deserved it…

V

3AYou forgot. It happens. No reason to hit ya.

Steve

3AMhh…

3AWhat about you – what's up?

V

3BGrab my alarm clock later. Door's open.

Steve

3BYou're not gonna need it?

V

3BCan't stand that fuckin' thing.

2CBeen practicing those chord progressions?

Steve

2CYeah. But I keep botchin' 'em.

2CDoubt I'll ever play it smooth.

V

4APractice, choomba. You'll get it in the end.

4AEventually, won't even have to think about it. You'll just feel the flow.

4BY'know... you don't have to be the next Linda Oz.

Steve

4BI don't?

V

4BNope. Gotta hit the right notes, mostly, but also gotta play from the heart.

4BFolks want feelin' in their music, want it to say something. Couldn't care less about technique.

Steve

2CBeen workin' on another song... Wanna hear it?

V

2CLater, maybe. Kinda in a hurry now.

Steve

Got the shivers first time I played it. But… gets kinda lame further in.

So, what's up? Gonna say somethin'?

I practice whenever I get the chance... Don't get a lotta chances, though.

I still suck, I know.

Tryin', though.

He was still whacked from the night before. Couldn't tell his ass from his elbow.

But he felt bad about it later, y'know?

Steves dad

What d'you think you're doin', you little shit?

Steve

Goin' out.

Steves dad

Where?!

Steve

Uhhh, just... out for a sec. Be back soon.

Steves dad

Back inside, now! Not about to let you go out, do who knows what, y'hear?

Fuck's sake! D'you swipe my keys again?

Steve

Hey, so, when I play a lot, my fingers hurt. What do I do to stop them?

V

You don't. Metal strings cut into your fingertips, make 'em sore – just how it is.

Steve

Oh...

V

Don't worry. Play long enough and you'll get calluses. Start hittin' those frets like hammers. Won't hurt a bit.

Steve

I was gonna get coated strings.

Even saved up, but... my mom needed stuff for the house. Gave it to her.

V

1ALeave 'im alone. And watch that tone.

Steves dad

1AGet the fuck outta my face. Think I'm scared? You're another bum like the rest of us.

V

1AWanna try me? Go ahead.

Steves dad

1AI don't have time for this shit.

V

1BHey, relax, why so tense? Steve's helpin' me out. He'll be back in two hours tops, choom.

Steves dad

1BI decide when the punk comes, goes, what he does. Not you.

V

1BHe won't come back empty-handed.

Steves dad

1BTwo hours. And you hand me those eddies soon as you come through the door.

Steve

1BAll right, Dad.

V

1CMaybe Steve wouldn't be so eager to ghost outta his home if it wasn't a drunk tank.

Steves dad

1CHeh, you think your place is any better?

V

1CI don't got a kid.

1CKeep this shit up, you won't have one either.

Steves dad friend

Who the hell's that?

Steves dad

Who the fuck knows. Another tramp. All look the same to me.

Prolly a yapper.

Steves dad friend

Goddamn corps want us shakin' in our shorts, twenty-four seven.

Steves dad

My Steve started talkin' to 'er. Now he bangs on that damn guitar night an' day.

Steves dad friend

Better whip that boy in line.

Steves dad

Inside! Now, you shit!

The fuck you want?

Get your own wheels, deadbeat. An' stay the hell away from my boy.

Hey, I'm talkin' to you!

The fuck you starin' at? You got somethin' to say?

Back inside, I said, shit-for-brains! What the hell you waitin' for?

Steve

What're you gonna do? Can't catch me, can't force me.

Can barely stand on your own two feet.

I'm going. That's that.

Steves dad friend

Who the hell's that?

Steves dad

Who the fuck knows. Another tramp. All look the same to me.

Prolly a yapper.

Steves dad friend

Goddamn corps want us shakin' in our shorts, twenty-four seven.

Steves dad

My Steve started talkin' to 'er. Now he bangs on that damn guitar night an' day.

Steves dad friend

Better whip that boy in line.

Steve

I told 'im he couldn't catch me.

But he will. Always does.

V

1AGot nothing to worry about. His brain's scop, won't remember a thing by the time you get back.

Steve

1AMaybe... Maybe not.

V

1BShouldn't talk back, not yet. Stay chill, lay low. He's all you got for now.

1BWait it out. Till you're a bit older.

Steve

1BEasy for you to say.

V

1BTrue. But it's all the advice I got.

Steve

Hop in.

V

3AGood, good, keep it up. Steve's gonna grow, you know, move out… and you'll be drunk the whole time.

Steves dad

3ASteve's my people an' none of your fuckin' business, merc.

V

3AMhm, go on, make him hate your guts, you'll never see him again. Guaranteed.

Steves dad

3APunk already hates me.

V

3AOne day you'll wake up wishin' you still had a son. But it'll be too late.

3BYou're pathetic, know that?

Steves dad

3BFuckin' same to you. Same to you!

Ehh, pissant's gotten uppity.

Break your back, spend your lifeblood supporting 'em. He goes off with some vagrant, won't give me the time o' day.

Needs a good talking to. I been nice too long.

Ugh, anything for a drink... Kid'll put me in my grave, I swear.

Steve

Oh man, he was shakin' like you were gonna wipe him…

V

Sorry about that.

Steve

Hah! You kiddin'?

I... I wish something bad'd happen to him.

Hop in.

Don't have to pay me, you know.

V

I know. But dear dad's gonna want those eds.

Steve

Sure he is. But I know how to cobble some together myself.

Our place isn't a drunk tank. I actually clean.

V

Didn't mean how it looks, just who's in it.

Steve

Don't have to pay me, you know.

V

I know. But dear dad's gonna want those eds.

Steve

Wish I could drop him myself. Wanna be strong like you.

V

You will be, down the line. Though, sure hope you'll see he's not worth any skin off your knuckles.

Steve

How come?

V

1A'Cause you'll realize how weak he is. An' it'll hurt.

1B'Cause it won't fix a damn thing.

1BBeat him up, you'll be flush, feel the power. But then the bitch'll creep in, gnaw you from the inside.

Steve

Where to?

V

Time Machine.

Steve

Nice! Saw Kerry Eurodyne there once.

V

You a fan?

Steve

Of the legend? 'Course I am! Why, aren't you?

V

Kerry's all right.

Steve

Heard something on the radio. About Kerry using Silverhand's death, riding that to fame?

V

Can't do much about media vultures. Got shit for brains, 'specially the ones who cover music.

Kerry's a damn good musician. That's all that counts.

The real deal, always has been, in every way.

Steve

Gah. Makes it sound like you know him.

V

'Cause I do.

Steve

I'm gonna be a musician someday, too.

V

3AGotta start scribing songs, then. You'll get good with practice, like anything else worth doing.

3ASooner you start, the better.

Steve

3AGot a few tunes in my head already…

V

3APreem.

Steve

3ALyrics don't come easy, though. I come up with anything, seems like it's already been done or it just sounds stupid.

3AKinda don't really know what to write about.

V

3AWrite for the people. That's most important.

Steve

3AYou mean... for the masses?

V

3ANo, not really. Don't write to be liked. Write to be understood, by everyone.

3AKeep it simple. Shouldn't ever be too heady. You can't write just for yourself.

Steve

3AWhy not?

V

3A'Cause the music's not really for you, is it? It's your gift to others.

V

5ALet's just say I'm not his biggest fan.

Steve

5AHow come?

V

5AAlways seemed hung up on money, fame… other stuff. Never given enough love to the music.

5AIf he did that, he'd be less synth, more soul... Could really be somebody.

5AJust into other acts, I suppose.

Steve

5ALemme guess.

5AUmm... Ten Inch Monkeys? Rubicones? Orrrr... Velvet Dusk?

V

5AHey, not bad. Actually, all of 'em.

Steve

5AHah!

V

5AI mean, Monkeys are more nostalgia – shit, they're all I listened to when I was your age.

5ABut the Rubicones and Velvet? Still solid.

5ADon't forget, it's not the easiest gig.

Steve

5AYeah, yeah, I know. Gotta work hard, practice…

V

5ATo start, sure. But it only gets harder after that.

5AThe critics, the haters, non-stop pressure, batshit crazy lifestyle…

5AIt can chew you up.

5ABetter have something to fall back on.

Steve

5AWhat?

V

5ASomething, anything that pays the bills.

5AYou'll never grow desperate. Desperate's not a good place to be.

5AThe music's in you anyway. It's like blood. It'll always be there.

Steve

5AHah!

V

5ABe honest. Only ever write the truth. 'Specially when it comes to your feelings.

Steve

5AI don't get how... I could lie about my feelings.

V

5ADon't write love songs if you're not head-over-heels.

5ADon't write sad-sack shit just because you think there's beauty in sadness.

Steve

5AUhmm... OK...

V

5AWhen something really hits you in the gut – that's when you sit down and write.

5ATruth's elusive. Sometimes music's the only way to grasp it.

5AWrite what you know about. Golden rule of songwriting. Any writing, really.

Steve

5ABut I don't hardly know anything. Maybe our building, I guess.

V

5AFirst of all, that's bullshit. And second, tower life's potentially great material.

Steve

5AAnd third? There's always a third thing.

V

5AYou're young. Give yourself time, ideas'll come.

5ALife'll shake you, roll you, maybe embrace you. The music'll find you.

5APreem. Hang here a minute?

Steve

5ANah, I'm comin' in. Flip through the new releases.

We have arrived.

Steve

What'd you tell him?

V

8ATold 'im to get his shit together.

Steve

8AOh.

8AWhat'd he say?

V

8ANothing. But I mighta gotten him thinkin'.

8BThe truth. That he's pathetic.

Steve

8BHah. What'd he say?

V

8BNot much.

8CNothin' much.

Steve

8CDon't wanna talk about it?

V

8CNo point to it.

Where you gonna get the scratch?

Steve

Promise you won't tell?

V

9AMerc's honor.

9BYou dealin' drugs, young man?

Steve

9BNo! Come on.

Mrs. Juarez pays me to clean her place. But I don't gotta do anything. It's already clean.

Think she's lonely. Just wants someone to talk to.

V

Could very well be true.

Steve

If he doesn't stop, I'll... I'll run away.

V

Couple years and you can move out, forget about him. Forgive him even, if you find it in ya.

Steve

Maybe when I grow up. And I'm tough. Like you.

V

1ALyridon Chrome... rare edition.

1ALooks like shit, sounds like shit, feels like shit.

V

3ADone pretty well for themselves... one of 'em's even moderately talented.

V

4AStill sellin'... Nice.

V

5AThen we have the guy who transcends labels…

5AThe hell's this?

StoreOwner

What can I do for you?

V

6ALookin' for a six-string. Electric.

StoreOwner

6AFeast your eyes.

V

6AI want somethin' solid and true.

StoreOwner

6AWhat, an' they're not?

V

7ANo offense, but I'm lookin' for a real instrument.

7AAnd willin' to pay real money.

StoreOwner

7AAh, shoulda said so! C'mon, let's go out back.

Steve

7AI'm comin' too!

StoreOwner

7ASure. You might learn something.

7ATo the right an' left, the latest Chromatix and Hendersons.

7AVintage axes in the back.

V

8AWanna try this one.

StoreOwner

8ABe my guest.

V

8BDeLuze Orphean... Not a fake?

StoreOwner

8BTake a good look.

V

8BRelax, just makin' sure. Looks authentic. Well maintained. Must be around... shit, seventy?

StoreOwner

8BNinety and still going strong. Fretboard's pure, 'ganic ebony.

V

9AMay I?

StoreOwner

9A'Course, strum away.

Steve

9ABest. Day. Ever.

V

9BTensor Paradize... This a replica?

StoreOwner

9BReal as you or me.

Steve

9BGotta be over a hundred years old.

V

9BDouble humbucker, neck's screwed in, not glued... A beauty, classic.

StoreOwner

9BPerfectly balanced, too. Barely needs holding.

Steve

10ANever, ever heard anyone play Silverhand like that.

10AY'know, I read he never took any lessons. Choom was totally self-taught. Made up his own style.

10AHow do you do that? I mean, sound just like him?

V

11AGood ear, kid. No one can imitate Silverhand's style.

Steve

11ABut you did. I just heard you.

V

11AObviously got a bit of him in me. Or a lot. Maybe I AM Johnny?

Steve

11ABut... how? Johnny'd be, like, eighty million years old, and you're, like, way too young... Plus, you're a girl.

V

12AY'know... this is just a body. How the dice landed for me.

12ANot gonna be a girl much longer, though.

Steve

12AHah! Yeah, right, choom! Better try a little harder next time!

V

12AY'know... this is just a body. How the dice landed for me.

12AUltimately, I am who I am.

Steve

12AHaha! Yeah, right! Choom, you're a bigger psychofan than I am!

V

12BYeah, it's hard to explain...

Steve

12BHah! Yeah, right, choom! Better try a little harder next time!

11AStill haven't explained how you do it.

V

11ADon't worry about that. Just come up with your own style. And all you need for that is practice.

11BPractice every day an' you'll play like that, maybe better. You can learn anything, I promise.

Steve

11BUhh... I dunno. I can learn a few riffs by heart... but it'll only ever be performin', never nextgen.

V

11BGood point. That's why it's better to invent your own jam. That's what practice is for.

Steve

10AAnd talent...

V

10ATalent you got.

Steve

10AReally? You think so?

V

13AI just don't say things I don't think are true. Not anymore.

Steve

13ABest. Day. Ever.

13AFuck, my hands're shakin'!

13ARockers're rebels. They always speak their minds.

13ATried once on my dad, y'know…

13ADidn't go so well.

V

14AIn time, you'll learn who you really are, what you really want from the world.

Steve

14AI don't understand.

V

14AWanna be a real rebel? Gotta be yourself first. Be authentic.

14ARebels are made, not born. Made from the punches life throws at 'em, the punches they take.

14BLook, real rebellion needs time to grow.

Steve

14BI don't understand.

V

14BNot really sure how to put it. Gotta experience it yourself.

Steve

13AY'now, you're weird. But I like you anyway.

V

15ALet's pay, delta outta here.

V

16AI'll take it.

StoreOwner

16AExcellent choice.

16AGlad to see she'll be in... in good hands. Help you with anything else?

V

16ANo, thanks.

V

17AHere you go.

17ASee ya.

17ALet's delta. Still got some biz to take care of.

Steve

17AAll right.

V

18AHere. This's yours.

Steve

18AI said you didn't--

V

18ATake it. Before I spend it on another ax.

StoreOwner

16AWhat do you think? She all right?

15AAnd?

V

15ALet's pay, delta outta here.

15BHeh. You're all right, kid.

Steve

15BGonna play some more?

V

15BNah. Short on time.

13AI just don't say things I don't think are true. Not anymore.

Steve

13ABest. Day. Ever.

13AFuck, my hands're shakin'!

13ARockers're rebels. They always speak their minds.

13ATried once on my dad, y'know…

13ADidn't go so well.

V

13BWhat, don't think you're any good?

13BA little self-criticism is useful. But believin' in what you got – that's much more important.

Steve

13BA real rockerboy – doubt that'll be me, ever.

V

13BC'mon. Have faith.

StoreOwner

7AI'ma let you two play around in here alone. Else those savages out front'll clean out half the store.

7AHow's this?

Steve

7AWhoa... Fuckin' awesome!

7AI'm comin' too!

V

19ARattle on the low E 'cause the neck's bowed...

StoreOwner

19ANothin' a screwdriver won't fix.

V

20ACheap clunkers made outta shit plywood that itself was made out of unseasoned veneers.

StoreOwner

20AStill playable. Just gotta know how.

V

21AMost important thing's the pickups. Guitar's gotta have somethin' decent there.

21ADon't give half a fuck how it looks.

StoreOwner

21AOK...

Steve

6ANight City Strippers shouldn't be on the same shelf as Neon Haze...

6AI'd rearrange all this.

6APoint Break Candy's new single...?

6AWho even listens to this scop, that's what I wanna know…

V

6BHeard Kerry Eurodyne pops by once in a while.

StoreOwner

6BBest music store in Night City. Everybody pops by occasionally.

6BKnow why else they come?

V

22ANo, but... got a feeling I'm about to find out.

StoreOwner

22AI don't snoop on customers, don't keep no record…

22AAnd I don't run my mouth.

22ASo – how can I help you?

Steve

Prolly nothin' new... but we'll see.

StoreOwner

What can I do for you?

V

Lookin' for a six-string. Electric.

StoreOwner

Feast your eyes.

V

I want somethin' solid and true.

StoreOwner

What, an' they're not?

V

Y'know... this is just a body. How the dice landed for me.

Ultimately, I am who I am.

Steve

Haha! Yeah, right! Choom, you're a bigger psychofan than I am!

Rockers're rebels. They always speak their minds.

Tried once on my dad, y'know…

Didn't go so well.

A real rockerboy – doubt that'll be me, ever.

V

A little self-criticism is useful. But believin' in what you got – that's much more important.

No offense, but I'm lookin' for a real instrument.

And willin' to pay real money.

StoreOwner

Ah, shoulda said so! C'mon, let's go out back.

Steve

I'm comin' too!

StoreOwner

Sure. You might learn something.

V

...

...

Look, real rebellion needs time to grow.

Steve

I don't understand.

V

Not really sure how to put it. Gotta experience it yourself.

Chat Npc

No, c'mon, choom. What, you really wanna go acoustic?

Chat Npc

Yeah. Wanna play somethin' real.

Chat Npc

Ya gonna play without any power?

Chat Npc

Why not?

Chat Npc

Good luck with that.

Chat Npc

Man, they don't make real music no more.

All you get today's plastic, half-chewed robot scop.

Or shit from a sapien who's not far off a robot.

Chat Npc

Preach, choom. Real music's dead.

Chat Npc

You still play? Record?

Chat Npc

Just samples these days. Market's gone into the 'ganic sounds.

Chat Npc

Least you're makin' a livin' doin' what you love.

Chat Npc

Corps own all the labels now.

Whole market's parceled out and flooded with shit.

No way to break out above the surface on your own.

Chat Npc

Yeah. True that.

V

1AAll right. Let's roll.

Steve

1ASure thing. Where to?

V

1AThe cemetery.

Steve

1AYou got it.

Steve

2AMy dad says there's gonna be another corp war. Liable to jump at each other's throats any day now.

2AThink it's true? Think there'll be another war?

V

3AWon't be another war, don't worry. Arasaka's a lot weaker than they let on.

Steve

3AI hate the corps.

V

3AMe too. They squeeze you till your eyeballs pop, but it's never enough. They gotta rip each others' spines out, too.

3BAskin' the wrong guy. Got no interest in the topic. Couldn't care less, to be honest.

3BKnow why?

Steve

3BWhy?

V

3B'Cause I realized I don't have to.

Steve

2AGot a friend who lives around here.

V

2AWhere?

Steve

2ACan't see it from here. Just sayin'.

V

2AHe a good friend of yours?

Steve

2AInvited me over to his house once.

2AHis mom made lunch. Then we went an' hung out on the bridge.

2AI like drivin' through here. It's nice.

V

4AKnow what, you're right. It is nice out here.

Steve

4ANever been out this way?

V

4ANo, I have. Just never noticed.

4ANever had time to just sit down and watch…

4ACity slipped through my fingers. Just sped right by.

4APassed under foot, over head, and I can't even say when it happened.

Steve

4AGonna write a song about it?

V

4AMaybe.

Steve

4AWhoa! I didn't know you had a gun... Hella preem. My dad used to sell ones like those.

4AYou gonna shoot someone?

V

5ADon't do that anymore. Not unless somebody gives me a reason to.

Steve

5AAnymore...?

V

5AWas a time I thought life was cheap. Meant next to nothing to me.

5AThought that about my life... but especially the lives of others.

5BNah. It's just a keepsake.

Steve

5BUm... belonged to someone important, right?

V

5BMhh... Important doesn't even come close.

Steve

4AWhat're you gonna do with it?

V

4APut it back where it belongs.

Steve

4ANice pendant.

4ALooks good on you.

V

6ANot actually mine.

Steve

6ASo whose is it?

V

6ABelonged to a woman I knew... crazy as fuck.

6AAnd now I'm here... in her place.

Steve

6AShe dead?

V

6AMhh. This piece of lead killed her.

6BJust a keepsake.

Steve

6BOh, uh... belonged to someone important?

V

6BYeah. Someone really important.

Steve

4AWhat're you gonna do with it?

V

4APut it back where it belongs.

4BCity looks... alive.

Steve

4BUm, 'cause everyone's out walkin' around?

V

4BNot what I mean.

4BIt's like we created a monster, and never even noticed when it started to eat us alive.

Steve

4BHah. Like Frankenstein?

V

4BFrankenstein's monster, you mean.

Steve

1ACan I come with?

V

7ANo, wait here, OK? Won't be long.

Steve

7AOK.

Radio

That was Perilous Futur for you this fine afternoon.

And speaking of perilous times, this just in – Arasaka Corp has broken off negotiations with rival Militech.

That's right, boys and girls. We have it from anonymous sources that Yorinobu Arasaka said today, and I quote:

"All possible peaceful means of resolving the conflict have been exhausted."

Now, if you've been tuning in on the regular – and I'm sure you have! – you're sure to remember that a small crew of daredemons who blasted their way through Arasaka Tower a few months back.

Oh, it was just like back in Silverhand's day!

Arasaka got hit financially on that, yes it did. Still, that was nothing compared to the PR lambasting "Secure Your Soul" took. Media turned that program into a scandal smorgasbord!

You remember all that, now, don'tcha?

Ooh, corp faced some nasty accusations – psyche abduction, torture of human engrams. Most tasteless of all, though – "playing God." Ugh.

So, whadda we make of this tussle with Militech that could always turn hot? Experts're callin' it a smokescreen to take the edge off Arasaka's true troubles.

How d'ya like that? Think the Japanese kyojin can survive this bout?

Steve

'Cause I don't want there to be another war.

Unless my dad gets drafted and sent off to fight. That'd be OK.

He'd have some drill sergeant or someone above 'im – maybe bring him in line.

Wars're gonk. They're stupid.

V

1AAhh, V...

V

2AThanks for... heh, well, for everything.

2AI'm wiser now. And I don't plan to waste it. So this is goodbye.

2AI'm wiser now. And I don't plan to waste it. So this is goodbye.

2BCan't carry this around anymore, y'know.

2BCan't keep wallowing, can't keep obsessing over what happened.

2BCouldn't forget you anyway. I'm wearin' your goddamn face.

2CDon't know anyone else who'da had the guts to make a call like that... Not a soul.

V

3ARogue, can't believe it turned out this way.

V

4AI shouldn't've dragged you into this. I'm sorry.

4BYou'd still be queen of the Afterlife if not for me.

4BAlthough, heh... I'm sure you'd say we finally got 'em good, huh...?

4BYeah, we fuckin' got 'em.

Steve

Stop the bus!

Heeey, get off!

Waaaaiiit!

The guitaaaaaar!

You forgot your guitar!

V

No, I didn't.

Haven't forgotten a thing. Never will.

Steve

Where to now?

V

1AMmm. I got a bus to catch.

Steve

1AThe person you just, uh... visited. He die a while ago?

V

1AShe. And not that long ago.

Steve

1AYou miss her?

V

1AA little, yeah.

Steve

1AWhen my grandpa died, I missed him a lot.

1ABut now I only miss him sometimes.

V

1AMhm...

Steve

4AStop the bus!

4AHeeey, get off!

4AWaaaaiiit!

4AThe guitaaaaaar!

4AYou forgot your guitar!

V

4ANo, I didn't.

4AHaven't forgotten a thing. Never will.

Steve

4AStop the bus!

4AHeeey, get off!

4AWaaaaiiit!

4AThe guitaaaaaar!

4AYou forgot your guitar!

V

4ANo, I didn't.

4AHaven't forgotten a thing. Never will.

Steve

4AStop the bus!

4AHeeey, get off!

4AWaaaaiiit!

4AThe guitaaaaaar!

4AYou forgot your guitar!

V

4ANo, I didn't.

4AHaven't forgotten a thing. Never will.

Steve

1AThe person you just, uh... visited. He die a while ago?

V

1AShe. And not that long ago.

Steve

1AYou miss her?

V

1AA little, yeah.

Steve

1AWhen my grandpa died, I missed him a lot.

1ABut now I only miss him sometimes.

V

1AMhm...

1BMe? Nowhere. But you'd better get home, Steve. Thanks.

1C'Ey, 'ey, what's this?

Steve

1CWant one?

V

1CGave all that up. So should you.

1CBad for your body. Bad for your soul.

Steve

1CWhere to now?