“Ah so. 7 Stones,” Mr. Babyface mutters to himself after The Man About Time left. “What am I doing here? Where’s Greg or Gregg? What happened to being oiled up all the time. Now I’m like acrylic: too fast to dry. Not fluid any longer. Ah so.”
Like Elton John on the “Goodbye Yellow Brick Road” cover, we step up and out of Fal Mouth Moon/7 Stones and into another world. A trailer.
I’ve sent Space Ghost and Bullfrog away. The gay problem has been resolved here in the heart of Bill Country. Hecklers be gone!
“This is your new home, Danny. Better than the old one in my opinion. And now you’re gainfully employed. You are custodian of a whole, huge gallery!”
“Thank you *so* much. I promise to keep it clean.” He hangs his head down here. “Unlike the old place.”
“Don’t worry about that now, Danny. I have faith in you. I believe in you.”
5th floor now:
“We’ll be installing the new bathrooms (he points) here.”
“I’m ready, sir.”