Int Jazz Club Night:
Lights up on two men performing one on keyboard, one on trumpet. Both have jazz goatees, and have recently discovered garage band and midi music, so their laptops are there also. Their suite is about the metaphysical properties of each of the different coloured snooker balls. Jonathan Gee is on on the keyboard and piano. He is a middle aged man trying to be hip in his cargo pants and overly snug t-shirt leans back on his stool and makes what can only be described as his “oooh face” with astonishing regularity.
We have entered the scene during the Pink Ball movement which evokes the following flashback:
Dissolve to mid 80/ early 90s loft lift in New York. A girl with hair like this 
ascends. It has been raining and she is drenched, she is clothed in only a summer dress. A man who looks a bit like John Stamos
lets her in, he looks troubled.
Woman: I shouldn’t have come.
The Stamos: I didn’t think you would, but I’m very happy you’re here. [pause] You’re drenched.
The strap of her dress has fallen down, exposing her shoulder and cleavage, he slides it back up, she flinches, but then leans into his touch.
Woman: I can’t fight this anymore.
The Stamos: Can I get you a drink?
The woman nods as she walks inside. He turns and they are suddenly locked in a passionate embrace 
they kiss passionately as the camera pans to a vase holding a single red rose which only hints at what cannot be seen.
She does not get her drink.