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TWO REDNECK DEPUTIES, beefy brutes, vigilantly patrol either side of the red velvet divide to fend off—God forbid!—a sudden outbreak of jovial conviviality between the two races.

INT. IMPERIAL BALLROOM—BANDSTAND. NIGHT.

JIMMIE tosses a beaming smile to THE DANDRIDGE SISTERS, giving them their cue. 

They rise gracefully from their chairs and, bopping to the beat, go to the front of the bandstand and get busy SINGING with bubbling personality and panache. 

VIVIAN and ETTA’s exquisite two-part harmony blossoms sweetly beneath DOTTIE’s lilting lead vocal. 

JIMMIE shifts the ORCHESTRA into fourth gear.  He points to SWEET RED who lays down an earth-quaking back-beat on the drums. 

PRETTY AL slides in under SWEET RED, thwacking the strings of his electric guitar in Delta-flavored rhythm and blues licks. 

BUFORD and the CATS in Saxophone Alley are rocking in their chairs and honking to high heaven. 

NOBLE and the CATS in Trumpet Lane twirl their horns like six-shooters and break into the mix tooting from the lips.   

THE DANDRIDGE SISTERS ride the wave of the surging groove.  They lift their soul-stirring voices and blow the roof off the Ballroom.

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