Grassroots to the Stars - A Haiku Within a Short Story

INT. MADISON SQUARE GARDEN (BACKSTAGE) - NIGHT

Stage smoke still lingers in the rafters. Glass from a shatterred mirror mingles with shards of a Don Julio bottle on the floor, still dripping, as ANNLYNN peers into the fractured image staring back at her. Footsteps echo on the stone walls. They sound familiar to her, strange, indeed, but warm. PENN steps out from the shadows. ANNLYNN looks up and wipes her tears.

PENN

The inkwell is dry.

ANNLYNN

Do I know you from somewhere?

PENN

I'm your ticket home.

FADE TO PARADISE