225. A Little Night Music - Leslie

• FADE IN:


• EXT. BROADWAY (NEAR LINCOLN CENTER) - NIGHT


• MR. V sits on a small wooden box covered in stickers on a street corner, a violin case open by his feet.


• He clutches the violin, playing a melancholy ballad.


• The crowd grows larger, as sharply dressed New York Philharmonic members and their equally well-dressed audience pour out from the Lincoln Center.


• ANGIE walks past Mr. V, still in her dress black, cello in tow.


• Their eyes meet.


• He eyes her concert uniform, longing trickling into his eyes.


• Angie stops and turns back to listen.


• His technique is rough, but he has a beautiful tone.


• She walks over to him, nods, and opens her case.


• He stands, offering her, his seat, and she smiles, taking it.


• She tunes quickly; he never stops playing.


• She joins him, the ballad swelling with the bass of her cello, becoming richer.


• They play, a strange duo, he in his rags, she in her crips orchestra uniform.


• They close their eyes, lost in the music.


• The song ends and they both open their eyes.


• Both sets are brimming with tears.


• She stands, the pedestrians packing the sidewalk swirling around her.


• She puts her cello back in its case, then turns to him.


• She bows and he returns the gesture; then she turns and proceeds down the sidewalk, disappearing into the mass of bodies.


• He wipes his eyes, sits up a bit straighter, and begins another tune.


• FADE TO BLACK.