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SCENE 3: SOUNDTRACK OF
ANOTHER ORDINARY DAY

The Dead are sleeping—even Lacy. We begin again in
darkness, which is pregnant and familiar, and we sit on the
edges of our seats, listening . . . waiting . . .
Gradually we hear the soft chirping of morning bird-
song, the far-off whir of a car, and then the slow crescendo
of a city street waking up.
As the sky lightens, the cemetery and the street
beyond its iron gate take on colors as if the world is being
dyed before our eyes, growing more vibrant with each
passing second.
Amid the increasing sonic traffic, we hear footsteps
and an argument between a homeless man and a business
owner. Obscenities stab the air. The horn from a pass-
ing car blares into prominence and then fades. We hear
another person passing by, possibly mentally ill, singing a
song of exuberance. For a few seconds it fills the space and
then drifts away.
Morning rolls by. Noon brings tourists, laughter, and
music. At some point, a bus rolls up, the door sighs open,
and immediately, there is the clatter and scuffling of a
school group getting off.
For a few moments the cemetery is all chaos and

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