The scene opens with a young, red-haired teen, dressed in a black leather jacket and a classic white t-shirt, stepping into a secondhand store. The excitement in his eyes reflects his dreams of becoming a rock star as he spots a sleek black electric guitar hanging on the wall. With a huge grin, he picks it up, feeling the weight of newfound possibilities. Back home, the cluttered tool shed becomes his haven. Late into the night, the boy strums chords and riffs, pouring his heart into every note. It’s more than practice; it’s a journey into the soul of rock n’ roll. Soon, his talent shines at a local high school dance. The atmosphere buzzes as he plays, captivating the crowd. Girls cheer and applaud, mesmerized by his energy and stage presence, igniting a spark of joy among the audience. However, the festive vibe shifts when a black priest approaches, wagging his finger and warning about the evils of rock n’ roll, calling it the music of the devil. In a quiet desert, far from judgment, he finds freedom. He plays with energy and gusto, kicking up clouds of sand, lost in the rhythm and the warm sun above. Finally, he lies back, guitar stretched across his chest, gazing at the sky, dust swirling around him. In that moment, it’s just him, the music, and the endless possibilities of tomorrow.