[Catch Parker in a studio, knee-deep in the writing process. She sits on a bench with her laptop next her, mapping a beat into her DAW, singing the vocal harmonies into a mic. Eventually, the backing is enough, and she strums her guitar and—
I'm tired.
>You're too young to be tired.
D, you knew my dad. Was he a cool guy?
>Well,
>He was calm, and he never had a whole lot to say, but even through the machine, you could feel a sadness. Like something was missing from him.
>But I thought he was pretty cool.
Her hand falls for a second, before she stops the sound coming through the laptop.
Until terminal failure. Parker has never made a promise like that in her life. She doesn't even think she's capable of it.
But if the other girl had...
She grabs her laptop and opens the lyrics document again. There's something there now, she knows it.]
parker | duty
I'm tired.
>You're too young to be tired.
D, you knew my dad. Was he a cool guy?
>Well,
>He was calm, and he never had a whole lot to say, but even through the machine, you could feel a sadness. Like something was missing from him.
>But I thought he was pretty cool.
Her hand falls for a second, before she stops the sound coming through the laptop.
Until terminal failure. Parker has never made a promise like that in her life. She doesn't even think she's capable of it.
But if the other girl had...
She grabs her laptop and opens the lyrics document again. There's something there now, she knows it.]