I made a song for S.’s film. It is used again and again in variations. The crew films it in a multi-storey house and outside. I wonder if the song is not repeated too often in the same key. Then I hear classical music playing to animals. I'm exhausted from a concert and feel hungover. I walk through a train into a room with a girl. There are also two cats in the room. The girl asks what I'm doing here. I close the door, annoyed. I lean against a wall in the next room. My daughter likes the girl next door. I just want to take care of my own music and the concerts. I see a question in front of me: What now, B.? He's also a composer.