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Andrew rises from the same mattress and slides onto his drum seat. Starts playing, hands dotted with blisters, eyes crusty with sand. The METRONOME still on...
...because it was never turned off.
CUT TO: Rides furiously, trying to beat his double-time swing... The METRONOME reading 380... His muscles exhausted...
CUT TO: The METRONOME adjusted up to 390... Blisters tearing...
CUT TO: 400.. Hands bleeding now, blood smearing the sticks...
CUT TO: 405... The METRONOME going crazy now... The DRUMMING so fast it’s a wash, a wall of sound, blood on the cymbal--