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The salvage yard, 11:00 P.M. A wide aerial — the salvage yard fully transformed. The container-stack stage. The crowd is now enormous, spilling out into the streets surrounding the yard, packed three blocks deep. Cars stopped in the streets. People standing on roofs of cars to see. People on the surrounding rooftops. A small kid sitting on a father's shoulders waving a hand-painted wave-symbol flag. Marisol's food line — twelve folding tables now, dozens of helpers, a queue of people patiently waiting to be fed. Three more bands have shown up with instruments to back up Scouter — one of them is the grandfather from the end of Issue 11, who hauled his fifty-year-buried Stratocaster out of a basement and walked four miles to be on stage. The Christmas lights have multiplied. Every halfway-able person in the crowd has helped string more. The salvage yard glitters. Allred — this is the splash that opens the trade's last act. Pack it with details. Pull the Romantic register at the volume that broke the city.