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SUPER:
“ONE MONTH LATER.”
INT. THEATER STAGE
Gregg Coleman is in a tuxedo center stage singing an
operatic version of “Nevermore to Be.”
COLEMAN
Folks I know are contemplatin’
‘Bout a westward land that’s out there waitin’
Where the boughs hang heavy beneath a perfect sky
The clouds roll white, the stars all shine
The berries are ripe and as red as wine
The water is sweet
And the whispering wind divine
But there was no tomorrow
No path that I could see
No break of dawn no destiny
And how without their sorrow
Was their joy to be?
The westward land was lost to me
When I awoke my heart was achin’
For a paradise is godforsaken
If the people there are nevermore to be
And the people there were nevermore to be
There is a pause with the music fading, and suddenly the
singer almost shouts the last words.
COLEMAN
Think of all the people
Nevermore to be!
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