Bailey lets the song wind down as the sun begins to rise in the sky, drawing out the last notes with a yawn-like ease. He always feels the most alive during these early morning hours, letting the increasing light wash over him along with the salt from the sea. Perhaps a bit cliched in the world of men with guitars, but Bailey can't bring himself to care; he takes comfort in the familiar, after all.

When he turns to put his guitar away, he catches sight of the young woman watching him and he blushes.

"Well, I hope you enjoyed the show?" He calls out, wondering if she's cold, just standing there in shorts.