A clock ticks on a table. Next to it, are two empty glasses. Michael Bolton wanders in the family room and glances at his chipped coffee cup.
Sitting backwards in a chair, he begins to sing.
Carrying his briefcase, he looks at two pink tickets in a glass. In black-and-white, he picks up the tickets. His girlfriend walks next to him. He leans over to kiss her and she moves to put on her earrings. They hug. He kisses her neck and drops the tickets back in the glass. She takes off her shoes.
A jewelry box sits on the table.
Back in black-and-white, he sits on the couch and opens the jewelry box. He puts it back and gets the newspaper. Wearing one of his t-shirts. she carries his breakfast on a tray. He turns his head from the newspaper. She cuddles with him.
The jewelry box sits on the floor. She points at her chest while he stands by the table, shaking his head. She throws his coffee cup at the wall. She walks out of his home. He picks up his coffee cup and puts it back on the table. He slumps on the couch.
Jewelry box in hand, Michael Bolton drives back to the store to return it. The proposal had been a failure. On the couch, he took her hand and told her she was the one he’d been waiting for all his life. She was an amazing woman, his best friend and someone he could spend every day with for the rest of his life. She crinkled her eyes and put her head down when he asked her to marry him. She pushed the jewelry box away and told him no.
He shrugged his shoulders and wanted to know what was her holding back. She practically lived with him. Marriage would be a formality at this point. She stood up from the table and then pointed to the door, stating she’s been wanting to leave for the past couple of months. They had become roommates. Five years ago, she floated the idea of marriage and he passed on it, telling her it’ll be soon. She yells that it’s too late and leaves.
She has a point. He had another goal post lined up as soon as she brought up the subject. There was something else that needed to be done. The sales clerk gives him a sad smile and tells him to have a good day. He walks out and head to the bar.
Director: N/A Year: 1989
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