INT. HOWARD THEATRE—BACKSTAGE AREA—DRESSING ROOM DOOR—CLOSE SHOT OF. DAY.

The “STAR” on the dressing room door.

INT. “STAR” DRESSING ROOM—DOORWAY. DAY.

The dressing room door flies open.  HAROLD, standing in the doorway, whips off his gray Borsalino fedora and flings it across the room like a Frisbee and—Bam!—nails a hook on the hat rack.  He flashes a megawatt smile.

                        HAROLD
       Hi-dee hi-dee hi-dee ho!

FAYARD NICHOLAS, handsome and suave, 26, sits at his dressing table in his undershirt, noshing on a barbecue sparerib.  His beautiful and stylish wife, GERI, eats at a small covered table next to him.

                         GERI
                (to HAROLD)
       My, you sound awfully chipper.
 
                        FAYARD
                (greeting HAROLD)
       The return of the wayward brother, 
       and not a moment too soon.