In New York City, New York, a young man stands in the street as traffic stops for him. Sitting in an apartment above an restaurant, John Waite looks at a magazine with a young woman on the cover. He opens the door of his apartment and the young woman leaps into his arms. They fall into bed.
She packs her suitcase while he peeks into the bedroom. As she walks out, she slams the door and he holds his nose. Some people drink wine at an art gallery exhibition and talk about a photograph of the young woman. He stands by a table as people pass by him. A makeup artist applies blush on her face in the studio. He trips and holds onto his tripod and she laughs. He dials her number in the payphone as he stands in the booth. She answers the phone and he hangs up. People stare at him as he walks in the city. He sees her an advertisement featuring her in the newspaper and heads for the bar.
A second young woman talks to him as he shifts on the stool. In his apartment, he and the young woman talk over dinner. They both wipe away tears from their eyes. He sings into a microphone against a black background. He dials on another payphone in a building and smashes the receiver. The young woman walks up the steps to his apartment. He lies in bed while she knocks on the door. He continues to sing into the microphone against the black background.
The young woman was everywhere. Her career was taking off. She mentioned she was recently single in an article. John Waite smacks the magazine on the table and puts his hand on his forehead. He was an afterthought to her. She was moving on with her life and had her choice of men. He tells him to get over it and she was a fling.
A young man says the young woman really was his muse. She brought out the best in his work. He taps his wine glass and says he’s taking a different turn with his new project. The young man says he’s heard that she wants to get back together. He looks down and excuses himself. In the bathroom, he cleans off his face and tells him he can through the evening and talk about her.
He sits in his bedroom and stares at the ceiling. The clatter of dishes and conversations swells into his room. The hum of the adult contemporary station plays and he tries to hold himself together. He stands up and sniffles. It was going to take a long time to forget her. But he had to start. As he walks to his door, he sees a note. He opens the note and sees it’s from the young woman. Sitting down, he reads it and glances at the telephone.
Director: Kort Falkenberg III Year: 1985