Meanwhile, down the road apiece, an aspiring music maker and struggling writer sits suffering through incessant writers block and wanderlust. Waiting for opportunity to knock, a chance to present itself for a respite, however brief, an escape from the medicority that was his life. As he sits, he plays a tune on one of his many ocarinas, a song that reminds him of her. A tune about Suzanne from Louisiana. Then, as quickly as he started, he lays the ocarina aside, takes a drink of koolaid, and turns back to stare at the empty page tht needs to have words written on it....