Red velvet curtains fill the screen. Overture music swells.


Hold it, hold it. Okay, let ’em go.

The curtains fall to the floor. Clouds of dust puff up and dislodge a sleeping pigeon.

Strings swell. We are inside a decrepit 19th century Opera House. The song “OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING” begins.

Two builders ROLL UP the curtains. The pigeon flies up and out a hole in the roof. Strings crescendo.

The bird glides over a frozen lake and continues through a small, Midwestern town that has seen better days.  Finally, it swoops down a residential street and poops on a car. It is definitely not a beautiful morning.