I make music for G. We drive to the agency. The staff there wear Doc Matins. We see some mysterious writing. G. explains it. It's great that I've been accepted for this job as a composer, that they take me seriously.

We come out of a building where the meeting is being cancelled and walk to the underground. We don't have our tickets, I take off my belt and am let through a big glass revolving door. A. follows me. We walk up a hill to a ski slope. Many steps up. I follow a woman wearing carrot trousers and I’m carrying something heavy on one shoulder. The one on the left? We have to walk a long way to get down the slope. I drive Schuss into a bend. We go up again. A. says the date when I met R. He remembers the exact date. I think I could do an electronic set to which R. would drum. In the 80s style and I could sing. Without R., I could also perform solo.  I go to a garden to get something. There's a lot of building work going on over night in the garden to prepare something and I'm surprised that the woman doesn't wake up. When everything is finished, the show is about to begin and I wonder whether it will be a success after the preparations.