INT. OPERA HOUSE (BRIGHTSIDE, IL) – MORNING
A decrepit Opera House in a town that has seen better days. Red velvet curtains fill the screen. Overture music swells.
Hold it, hold it. Okay, let ’em go.
The curtains fall. Clouds of dust puff up and dislodge a sleeping pigeon. A drunken male voice sings in the distance.
DRUNKEN VOICE (O.S.)
Sky is blue, grass…green, rainbows, kittens. Nice things!
Two builders roll up the curtains. The pigeon flies out a hole in the roof and glides over our singing man.
It’s FRED MCCOY (70s), a scraggly homeless man. Wobbly, he waves a bottle of booze as he sings. A cardboard ‘Will Work for Food’ sign hangs around his neck.
Today is definitely not a beautiful day in Brightside.