I'm out with M., then I meet J. We lie close together. Our lips touch tenderly without kissing. What if M. comes, what will the people around us think?

I chat with V. She talks to me as if I don't remember our conversation yesterday. She says she's fighting with ZDF to get composed music by me. I say I know about the budget cuts. A. arrives. V. wants the music I'm supposed to make for her film to sound like the fairground music that's playing right now. I take out my mobile phone and record with an app, feeling very professional. A. watches me. I also made music for her film, but she ignores me. I try to stay calm, but the way I'm being treated hurts. A. leaves, leaving black footprints on my white shirt.

I meet Sandra Maischberger. We stand at a railing and come closer to each other. I say that we have already met and that I know her husband. She starts to cry; it seems they separated 20 years ago. I cry too. She jumps over the railing and lands far below on a bed. I jump after her and float slowly downwards. The song ‘Watching the Daybreak’ by mosermeyerdöring plays over the loudspeakers. Sandra Maischberger says she loves the music, she says: ‘That Meyer.’ I look out of two windows at the same time.

Y. and I are in a flower shop. I want to buy flowers for C.’s 60th birthday. In front of us are red roses, already wide open. I ask two salespeople for the price. The man says they cost 2 euros per square metre. I try to show with my arms how much a metre is and spread them a little wider. At home in our old flat, N. is already awake and has put the flowers in the fridge. She is very irritable. I take the flowers out and fill a cleaning bucket with water. At the same time, I make a cheese sandwich for Y. I add a slice of wet cheese. Then I fill the bucket with the roses, other flowers and two trees and want to put it on the balcony on the second floor.