All he wanted was a candy bar. It didn’t seem like a difficult request to comprehend, but the clerk remained frozen and didn’t seem to want to honor the request. It might have had something to do with the gun pointed at his face.He stepped away from the mic. This was the best take he had done so far, but something seemed missing. Then it struck him all at once. Visuals ran in front of his eyes and music rang in his ears. His eager fingers went to work in an attempt to capture his thoughts hoping the results would produce something that was.