The Guy.
THE GUY
Dance break!
The Guy starts to dance furiously.
A top hat and cane fall from the sky. He grabs then and starts to tap.
He’s dancing like there’s no tomorrow.
More precisely, like there’s no today. Because he doesn’t know what he wants to write about. It’s another one of those.
But maybe if he dances and waves his arms smiles like aused car salesman, no one’s gonna notice.
You didn’t notice? Did you? Did you?
The lights go down.
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