A taxi driver wants to bring us back to the hotel at number 31. We want to pick up the shoes we left behind. Then we want to brush our teeth. There's a big hole in front of us.

An editor is correcting the music I made for a series. I'm lying in a bed and I'm squirming. We argue, she expresses herself so awkwardly, has an annoying way of talking to me. I say, ‘Tu fait chier.’ We argue like an elderly couple. There are people around us leaving the room. I squat down and try to connect the iPad to the computer as a second screen. First wirelessly, then I look for a cable. Another film with stars is playing on it. It's very uncomfortable to work in a squatting position. I listen to the first music and say that it usually takes me two days to make a whole episode. It's unnecessarily complicated and the woman makes me feel insecure. I look for a male vocal loop.