INT. HOWARD THEATRE—STAGE LEFT WINGS. DAY.

It is now so quiet in the wings that one could easily hear the whisper of an Angel. 

FACES of VIVIAN, ETTA, CHORUS GIRLS, PERFORMERS,STAGEHANDS, and DOROTHY, with their eyes glued to HAROLD and FAYARD.  They are breathless and still. 

Then the complete realization of the men they are staring at smacks them upside their collective heads.  “These are the freaking NICHOLAS BROTHERS—Fred Astaire’s heroes—who are about to get seriously busy on the stage!” 

TWO RIGGERS, in the opposite wings, energetically pull the ropes to the stage curtain.

INT. HOWARD THEATRE—ORCHESTRA PIT—STAGE. DAY.

The CONDUCTOR strikes up the ORCHESTRA which PLAYS the throbbing, popping 4TH CONTEMPORARY HIT SONG. 

                        VOICE
       Please put your hands together in a 
       rousing Washington D.C. welcome…

He raises his hand, indicating the OPENING CURTAIN, as he floats backward toward the Stage Right Wings.

                        VOICE
                (loudly) 
       …for that dyyyyyyyyynamic duo of 
       dance…THE NICHOLAS BROTHERS!