ZANDER
Tomorrow, the entire production team is flying to Phuket to film important scenes. Everything is ready except me.
I still can’t believe all of this is happening. It’s been four days since the switch happened, and there has been no sign that we’ll be back soon.
I am sitting on my beanbag chair, and I am feeling emotional because I missed it terribly. I missed my mattress, my vinyl player, and my first guitar. Alex’s apartment is great, but there’s too much stuff in it that even if I stay on his body for a month, I still won’t remember where everything is and I’d still keep finding new things.
At least Alex is cleaning up.
“No,” he says, placing an Aqualung vinyl into the phonograph. He switches the player on, and the record spins. He lowers the tonearm, and once the needle is in
