There's no vacancy in paradise...
There is a rock star in the Inn. He's not usually a rock star, granted, but, you know, things change.
Swaying to the rhythm of the new world order...
Jack is sitting on a table, one leg tucked up underneath him, the other dangling over the edge as he plays his guitar. Every note, every melody, is perfect, and beautiful, and enough to break your heart. And he's not even singing the words.
Sing of what's lost to you...
There's a notebook next to him, and every now and then he'll take a break from playing to scribble something in it. Most of the pages are already full of lyrics, notes, incomprehensible squiggles that presumably mean something to Jack...
Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolation...
He doesn't entirely look like himself, either. Rather than the usual World War II type outfit he generally gravitates toward no matter what time period he's in, he's wearing... something entirely different - ridiculously tight black jeans, white sleeveless shirt, black leather jacket, and... is that eyeliner he's wearing? (The answer is yes.) There's also something odd about his eyes, besides the brighter than usual blue. His pupils are dilated, but... surely that doesn't mean anything, right?
Swaying to the rhythm of the new world order...
Jack is sitting on a table, one leg tucked up underneath him, the other dangling over the edge as he plays his guitar. Every note, every melody, is perfect, and beautiful, and enough to break your heart. And he's not even singing the words.
Sing of what's lost to you...
There's a notebook next to him, and every now and then he'll take a break from playing to scribble something in it. Most of the pages are already full of lyrics, notes, incomprehensible squiggles that presumably mean something to Jack...
Food of love, emotion, mathematics, isolation...
He doesn't entirely look like himself, either. Rather than the usual World War II type outfit he generally gravitates toward no matter what time period he's in, he's wearing... something entirely different - ridiculously tight black jeans, white sleeveless shirt, black leather jacket, and... is that eyeliner he's wearing? (The answer is yes.) There's also something odd about his eyes, besides the brighter than usual blue. His pupils are dilated, but... surely that doesn't mean anything, right?