The Guy and The Curiosity. Seated in chairs.
THE GUY
Hi.
THE CURIOSITY
Hi.
The Guy looks up. Fireworks explode in the sky. A huge marching band pours onto the stage. Trapeze artists descend from the sky and begin doing amazing tricks. Dogs jump through fiery hoops. Angels sing in perfect choral harmony. The sky above them splits open and glorious things float about above their heads.
THE CURIOSITY
Whoa whoa whoa WHOA!
Everything freezes.
THE GUY
What’s wrong?
THE CURIOSITY
Real is slow.
THE GUY
Good point.
THE CURIOSITY
Let’s try that again. Hi.
THE GUY
Hi.
The Guy looks up. Everything from before vanishes in a flash.
Suddenly there’s just a little flicker of light above their heads. It’s tiny. It doesn’t have the flash and majesty of what we saw before, but there’s something incredibly beautiful about it.
The Guy looks over at the Curiosity. The Curiosity smiles back at the Guy.
THE GUY
I like that better.
THE CURIOSITY
Me too.
For a long long moment, the two of them just sit there, under the tiny flickering light, wondering where on earth this is going to go, and knowing that whenever it goes it’s going to be an adventure.
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