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Kaz was back at the graveyard the next day, just staring into the woods. He didn't look like a trainwreck like last time, he had cleaned himself and changed his clothes. 

Guitar and singing can be heard from a distance

"I should move cause New York is getting muddy out. There's LA but it's always kinda sunny out. And I don't wanna hurt no more. So I set my bar real low. I'm a-okay. I'm a-okay. You say it but you just don't mean it. You're so insane. You're so insane. Shut up and just enjoy this feeling. Don't you love it don't you love it no I ain't happy yet. But I'm way less sad."

(sorry. I had to find a good song that goes with guitar music)

(mhhh-I know many-)              

Kaz: ...Hm...? 

He heads towards the sound 

Don is in front of a coffee shop flying and playing guitar

Kaz: Heh-

He leans against a pole and starts singing along quietly 

"I wake up and I'm not so mad at Twitter now. Livin' sucks but it's sucking just a little now. And I don't wanna cry no more. So I set my bar real low."

Don is smiling? He notices Kaz

"I'm a-aaaaaaaayyyyyy you. Weirdo. From the graveyard what are you doing here?"

He quickly stops smiling and goes back onto the ground throwing the guitar away

"I was just... working out my... fingers... how long were you standing there exactly?"

Kaz: ...

He just walks over and picks up the guitar. He leans back against the wall and starts tuning it 

"heh. Weirdo... what are you doing there?"

He starts strumming and singing, ignoring Don. He sounds really good, despite his voice being raspy. He's a really good guitar player-he's been doing it for A LOT of years. 

Kaz: My lover's got humor-he's a giggle at a funeral-know's everybody's disapproval-I should've worshipped him sooner-if the heavens ever did speak-he's the last true mouth piece-every Sunday's getting more bleak-a fresh poison each week-we were born sick, you heard them say it...