I'm with a producer and we're creating the briefing for the music for a longer advertising film. I write down key points as a list. Then we're in a hall with D. He plays the video with his music. The music is martial and dramatic. I don't think it fits, it lacks emotion. There are long pauses between the individual pieces. At the end of the film, we are also supposed to wait for the credits, where his name will appear as the guitarist. He is proud. We also see an animated logo of his company. I think he must be happy that I gave him the opportunity to make music for the film. Even though I didn't actually suggest it. He stands next to me and pulls up a new pair of black jeans to show how much weight he's lost, even though he's eating. I think, maybe denim trousers aren't the right thing to wear after all. I wear fabric trousers myself, but I don't know if they are good and clean. I'm wearing big black boots on which I glide through the room as if on skis. I look out of the window and see a large industrial plant. Very futuristic with a gripper arm like something out of ‘Alien’. Everything is black and clean. I think that Elon Musk attaches great importance to this. Then I glide on past the seated spectators. There is an empty chair next to a woman who is also a producer. But I don't dare sit there. I sit a little apart, pick up white crumbs and take them to a bin. I almost throw my guitar picks in there too. It tinkles, as I must have thrown in some change and maybe a guitar pick too. Another composer's track is played. I make a joke with an old telephone on which the receiver is a different colour. Someone says that she called me and that I was very funny. She speaks in Dutch. In the film we see a scene in which a puppy is sitting on a cart and being taken away. The viewer is supposed to feel sympathy. I didn't do any music because I don't sing.