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INT. MOSAIC TEMPLARS HEADQUARTERS—DREAMLAND BALLROOM—CLOSE SHOTS OF. NIGHT.

The GOLDEN BELL of a MARTIN COMMITTEE TRUMPET—as NOBLE BLOWS a rapid-fire burst of notes directly at us as if he were Gabriel heralding the Second Coming.

The DRUMSTICKS—in SWEET RED’s hands take over as NOBLE drops out, slapping a monstrous back-beat on the snare.

The FINGERS—of the BASSIST nimbly walking the strings of the upright bass in tight lockstep with the drum groove.

JIMMIE’s FACE—as he comes in CROONING the opening of the 7TH CONTEMPORARY HIT SONG against the bass and drums.

He commands the bandstand, singing, and dancing like a Love Shaman. He is equal parts flirtatious and playful.

Title: Dreamland Ballroom. Little Rock, Arkansas.

Several PRETTY COLLEGE GIRLS bounce to the driving soulful rhythm in front of the bandstand. They gaze up at JIMMIE with dreamy eyes.

While the YOUNGER SET makes merry on the dance floor, a large crowd of prosperous-looking MIDDLE-AGED COUPLES mix and mingle around the ballroom.

SELF-ASSURED HUSBANDS, men of consequence, dressed in tuxedos, dark suits, many of them wearing scarlet fezzes on their heads and Mosaic Templar’s pins attached to their lapels.

FORTUNATE WIVES, glowing with pride, constantly smiling, vivacious, wear sophisticated gowns, matching gloves, and glimmering jewelry.