She grabs her violin, plays E major, kicks the wooden floor blocks with her feet, one, two, three, four, moves quickly to the keyboard, plays a layered E major 9, now the feet are working the sub-bass panels she has mounted on the wall, hangs on a suspended 9th note, pauses to call her mother, to make breakfast, to jog a mile and wlk the mile back, to write a hit piece about her ex, to take a nap, to wake, to make a snack, to take a shower, to soften the hit piece before publishing it (he was terrible, but he was trying his best, and she wants the piece to reflect that), reads a book, watches a movie, takes a trip to Isle of Palms, is enjoying a margarita when suddenly it hits her, the music!, and so she returns to the microphone, sings a first inversion of E while using both her hands to shake cabasas. Her feet, finally, are still. The show begins with a brightly lit shot of the living room.
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