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The portal is open. Jesse and Dev are frozen — staring through it. Marisol has dropped to her knees by the door, one hand over her face. What they (and we) see through the portal: a 1960s bar interior. Brick walls. Posters in 60s typefaces. A small raised stage. Three figures on the stage — two with guitars, one with a bass. A crowd in front of the stage. Cigarette smoke. A neon sign behind the bar: THE DOM. The faint, distorted sound of the band coming through — first notes of something that sounds like the Velvet Underground.
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Close on Jesse. He has stopped breathing. His face — Allred, give us the second of his life when he first hears music played by people. Not algorithm. Not memory. Not a hidden garage. People. On a stage. In a room.
- JESSE(whisper)Dev.
- DEV(whisper)I see them.
- JESSEI can hear them.
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Close on Dev. He is reaching out toward the portal — not into it, just toward it, like a man reaching toward a fire he's never been allowed near.
- DEVJesse.
- DEVThat is a band.
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Marisol, voice breaking.
- MARISOLGet back from it.
- MARISOLGet back from it. Now.