EXT. - CITY STREET - NIGHT
Georges exits the concert hall through a back entrance. He turns the corner and makes his way to the main street, where the after-concert crowd is filing out of the hall. Georges avoids streetlights as he walks past the coffee shop across from the concert hall. He keeps his head tucked low to avoid the biting cold and the rain. Yulia and Michel walk along in front of Georges. Georges overhears part of their conversation.
That stuff goes right over my head. I was practically unconscious by the end of that first song. That thing the dude hit with the hammer was kinda cool though.
Georges’ music is incredible and beautiful, but it’s so difficult. Both to play and to relate to. It’s way easier with pop.
Well yeah. It’s actually got words and you don’t read anything
Yeah, so I really just want to play something easy that I can enjoy without having to study for years.
Yulia and Michel turn the corner and disappear from sight. Their conversation and footsteps also gradually fade. Georges stands defeated for a moment. He tilts his head back then squints his eyes as the freezing rain stings his face. The faint humming of an odd instrument is heard blending with the precipitation.
GEORGES (To himself)
What was that?
Georges begins wandering around the streets, turning his head back and forth, trying to capture the sound. He walks up to a late-night crowd gathered at a street corner.
Did you hear that sound?
The crowd shuffles away from Georges. They are heard mumbling about him being drunk. The sound comes back and Georges stands on his toes trying to locate it. He hears the old Viennese song, Oh du Lieber Augustin being played on a hurdy-gurdy, a stringed instrument that produces sound by a crank-turned, rosined wheel rubbing against the strings. Georges starts walking in the direction of the music. His walk turns into a swift jaunt which soon becomes a full run. The rain turns to snow, which begins accumulating quickly. The reflection of electric light in the snow illuminates the street to almost as bright as daylight. Oh du Lieber Augustin keeps playing in a steady and unrelenting crescendo.
EXT. - COBBLESTONE STREET - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
The road becomes steeper and more uneven and Georges starts to become numb from the cold. He slips on an icy part of the street and collapses.
INT. - MUSIC SCHOOL HALLWAY - DAY
The dream starts the same as before. Yulia looks up at a sign on the door. The sign reads: DUE TO LACK OF FUNDING, FLORST FINE ARTS ACADEMY IS PERMANENTLY CLOSED. Yulia leaves down the hall. She stops for a moment before leaving her violin case leaning up against the wall. Yulia continues to walk down the hall. END OF DREAM SEQ.
EXT. - BEHIND CITY - DAY
A lone Tilia tree grows through the stones of a snow covered plaza. Under the the tree sits DER LEIERMANN, a tall and skinny old man who wears dirty clothes that fit his body awkwardly. He endlessly cranks his hurdy-gurdy, never ceasing to play the old Viennese song. Georges walks slowly toward Die Leiermann. He recites part of a Wilhelm Müller poem.
GEORGES (In German - Subtitled)
Behind the village stands a hurdy-gurdy man, cranking his instrument with frozen fingers. His begging bowl is always empty; no one listens to his music, and the dogs growl at him. But his playing never stops. Strange old man shall I come with you? Will you play your hurdy-gurdy to accompany my songs?
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