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...and steps inside. It’s a genteel venue. On the stage, BASS, DRUMS, BONGOS -- and, at the piano, FLETCHER.
The mere sight gets Andrew’s pulse racing. But he stays put. Watches... The quartet is pacing its way through FLETCHER’S SONG IN CLUB, and Fletcher is playing the final head. He’s exceedingly delicate, gentle with each keystroke, his fingers moving like ballerinas. His playing is soft, subtle, and exquisite. He plays the melody as though moved by it.
Andrew is surprised by this... Stays in the back, behind the last table. The song comes to a close. Fletcher smiles, looks -- and then freezes. His eyes locked on Andrew. He has seen him.
Andrew blanches, takes a step back, hurries for the exit. But there’s a PERSON blocking the way. Tries to squeeze through--
DRUMMER (O.S.)
That was Terence Fletcher, on the keys...
More applause. Andrew, hemmed in, keeps trying to get out--
FLETCHER
Neiman.
Andrew stops. Turns. Fletcher is standing right there. A moment of silence. Andrew is pale. But Fletcher’s face is a blank.
ANDREW
...Hi...
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