PROLOGUE.
[The curtain rises on a plain drop curtain. The Maker of Sounds enters with his arms full of instruments, crosses the scene and sits with his back against one side of the proscenium, outside the curtain line. He tries out all his instruments, wind, string, percussion and "traps." He yawns. He becomes impatient and raps on the stage.]
| Cymbal Crash | The lights go out |
| The drop is lifted in the darkness | |
| Cymbal Crash | The lights are turned on |