Ode to Ted

I am lounging on Andy's unmade twin size bed.
Some girl I have never met sitting beside me, staring into space.
My violin, a Christmas present from my parents, is resting under Andy's unshaven chin.
He is sqeeking an impression of twinkle twinkle little star.
Justin is lost in scales of music.

There is Ted the farret, struggling with a paper cup, trying to hide it...the theif that he is.

I make a movie about Ted in my head. The music being played is the sound track.