The Dream of Houses

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He floats through the house half dressed, aimless, alone, in his thoughts. Replaying, I think, the words of last night’s argument. I myself have reviewed them over and over again, straining to understand.

CUE DRUMS

Stopping, he looks at a menu of neckties, selects one. A bright one, green and yellow and pink in bold, nonrepresentational splashes. As if he could clothe his mood away, as if he could wash the world in smiles and floral prints. Well, more power to him. I ring a chime and fax him the tie.

CUE LEAD VOCAL

Instantly I regret my choice of music. The lyrics, on close examination, are all heartbreak and malaise, a story not unlike the one which played here eight hours ago. But the song’s beat is compelling, and it is too late now to cut if off. I pick up the tempo, increase distortion on the voice channel, and hope he isn’t listening too closely.

CUE BACK VOCAL. TREBLE PLUS 3DB.

BASS PI.US 8DB. CUE ORCHESTRA.

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