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Through the pane of glass, Andrew can see a FULL ORCHESTRA. Everyone looks older than in Nassau. More focused. All eyes glued on Fletcher as he assumes his position...
Fletcher’s right arm moves, just a hair, and the band starts: fast, dazzling. Andrew watches -- in awe. The band’s playing STUDIO BAND EAVESDROP CHART, and the sound is so full, so precise, so commanding. Nothing like Nassau.
And suddenly -- Fletcher TURNS AROUND. His eyes meet Andrew’s. Andrew ducks out of view -- shit --
-- and hurries away.