I am in a hallway of a school. The walls are painted black. The hallways are colored with a cream tile.
There is black clocks in nearly every long span of the place. They are basic and large. They say that it is six a.m.
I slip into a small classroom. There is Justin Time there, who recorded my song. I ask him if we can record a new one and he says, we can, if we hurry.
We record until 8 a.m, when a bunch of students show up. They are the age of high school kids.
I go and sit on the side of a wall and play my pink guitar, outside the class, to wait to record again.