he wakes up in a dark, unfamiliar room. he doesn't know why he is there, or how he came to be there. he is there to find out what happens next. he stands slowly, and takes a look around. somewhere music is playing. the music never stops playing in his head. up against one wall is a small desk with a typewriter and an endless amount of paper, all he has to do is find the stories locked away in the recesses of his mind and then place them into eternity on the white pages before him. the music plays on, ideas swim across his mind, he slowly begins grasping at them. he doesn't know if he will always be happy, but he knows that he will try. he has his worries just like everyone else, but he also has his passions, and in this dark room they surround him. he is Connor Wright.