m u s i c / c.evans

10. f a c e t i m e

bold = Faye
italics = Chris

Hey {adjusts laptop
screen}

Hey {smiles}

How're you?

I'm good, yeah. {laughs}
I'm sorry, you look-

Awful?

I was gonna say tired.
You could never look
awful

Yeah, right {laughs}

I mean it, you're beautiful

Chris {dramatic
gesture} if I didn't know
any better I'd say you
were flirting.

{awkwardly} lets uh play
the game then.

{laughs} awww I put
him in an awkward
situation. You're like a
man baby.

I am not like a man
baby!

Whatever you say,
big man. Hey, I'm sorry
for how rude I was
to you before

It's okay, you're going
through something that
a lot of us don't understand.
I can't expect you to be
happy and, y'know, together
all of the time. {smiles
reassuringly} Don't worry
about it.

Thank you, Chris
{moves hair behind
ear}. Shall we begin?

{grins} Yes, are we doing
the whole nursery rhyme
for it? {laughs}

{smiles} No, you
can just say I Spy

Okay {chuckles} uhm,
I Spy something beginning
with R, and it is somewhere
there {adjusts camera so
both object and Chris are
seen}

Um, jeez, okay.

The pair played the children's game for about an hour before Faye telling Chris that she was going to bed. He smiled sweetly and wished her sweet dreams before ending their call. Little did Chris know that Faye was not sleeping that night, no. Faye threw herself into her work, into her third album as a way to deal with the insomnia and anxiety that came about as a direct result of her accident.

Little did anybody know how far the eldest of the Holland siblings was slowly, but completely, slipping away from them all.