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[ Late morning, the sun shining on an empty lot. Luka stands close to its perimeter, fiddling with her Tone. Exasperated, she puts it back in her pocket and puts a hand to her face and shakes her head. ]
"I must be really drunk last night. I could have sworn the sign said 'Timpani Station.' Or--Or something along those lines. Hmm--?"
[ She raises her head, hearing music. It's distant at first; cool, yet upbeat--the kind of music she can dance to. She recalls the concert she performed at the night before, with the jazz music, the bright lights...
The sound gets steadily louder, and, since she is at a loss, decides to do what she was made to do, and begins to hum to the tune. ]