68. Alone - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• INT. THE TABERNACLE - NIGHT


• The venue is packed with people as the band EDITH takes the stage.


• Audience members in the three balconies lean forward, some standing as the roar of the crowd builds from the floor and rises towards the ceiling..


• RIANNE stands near the stage, eyes closed as the screaming builds.


• She sways back and forth, the sound filling her.


• The DRUMMER raises his sticks.


• DRUMMER
• 1, 2, 3, 4!


• The beat grows louder.


• The LEAD GUITARIST crouches, and then his fingers fly across the strings, slapping and plucking.


• The RHYTHM and BASS kick in, and the SAXOPHONE wails, high above the layers of sound.


• The sound builds, weaving in and out, intertwining, and then explodes, leaving the audience reveling in the shock wave.


• Rianne rocks back and forth arms tight around her one moment, high in the air the next moment, dancing in her own way, wrapped in a wall of sound, surrounded by thousands and yet completely alone.


• She dances on, twirling, throwing in a rock-step here, spinning left there.


• INT. THE TABERNACLE - LATER


• The evening has worn on, and the crowd has thinned.


• Rianne keeps dancing as more and more people leave.


• The band finishes its set to tired cheering, and the crowd flows away, but Rianne dances on, to the music, now imagined.


• The band leaves, and only the cleaning crew is left, a lone man inside the massive room, sleepily pushing cups around the sticky floor with his large broom.


• Rianne slowly brings her arms down, and opens her eyes for the first time, surprised to be alone in the darkness.


• She blinks, her eyes adjusting to the dark, then quietly slips away.


• FADE TO BLACK.