AT THE EDGE OF THE CROWD

A clean-shaven DARK-HAIRED MAN stands near the tent entrance, conspicuous in this glamorous crowd by his plain gray business attire and blank stare. His eyes studiously survey the surroundings. He looks to be either plainclothes security or up to no damned good.

The DARK-HAIRED MAN’s gaze catches the eye of a similarly attired BALD MAN across the tent, who nods and starts to head in his direction. It’s time.

Celeste and Larry are rapt, beaming. From behind, a voice:

Larry turns, annoyed, sees the two strange men’s unsmiling faces.

He turns away but the Bald Man pushes closer, offering a business card.