INT. APARTMENT -- MORNING
 
              ELLEN, an attractive woman in her mid-20's, staggers out of
              her bedroom.  She sleepily weaves her way into the small
              kitchen.  Yawning, she tries to rub the sleep out of her eyes.
 
              She slips a couple of pieces of bread into the toaster and
              turns her attention to the coffee maker.  She fumbles with
              the filters and coffee can...her eyes barely open.
 
              As she goes to pour water into the carafe, wisps of smoke
              begin to filter out of the toaster.  Ellen turns off the
              water and catches a whiff of the burning toast.
 
              She reaches across the counter and tries to pop the toast
              out.  It's stuck.
 
              She grabs a fork from the sink and jams it into the toaster.
              She pulls out a small piece of burnt toast.  Tossing the
              morsel aside, she jams the fork back into the toaster.
 
              Suddenly, her eyes spring fully open...as an electric current
              shoots through her body.  Her body shakes with the violence
              of the jolt.  Her hand releases the fork and she drops to the
              ground.
 
              Her motionless body lays splayed across the kitchen floor.
 
                                                       DISSOLVE TO:
 
              INT. THEATER -- DAY
 
              The theater is empty...as is the stage for the most part.  A
              piano sits off stage right and a few members of the company
              mill about.
 
              Ellen, now dressed in a blouse and skirt, with her hair in a
              style fashionable for the 1940's, paces the stage looking at
              sheet music.
 
              D.B, a short, older bald man, enters hurriedly from off stage
              and looks around.
 
                                  D.B.
                        Where's Johnny?  I specifically said
                        that I wanted you both here by
                        eleven.  Did I or did I not say that?
 
                                  ELLEN
                        Don't worry, D.B.  You know he'll be
                        there.
 
                                  JOHNNY (O.S.)
                        He already is.
 
              JOHNNY, also mid-20's and strikingly good looking, walks onto
              the stage.
 
                                  ELLEN
                        Johnny!
 
                                  JOHNNY
                        Hi ya, kid!  You're looking good, as
                        always.  You too, D.B.
 
                                  D.B.
                        You're late again, Johnny.
 
                                  JOHNNY
                        Ah, what's five minutes between
                        friends?
 
              He gives Ellen a wink and a quick peck on the cheek.
 
                                  JOHNNY
                               (continuing)
                        I missed you last night.
 
                                  ELLEN
                        Oh, Johnny, I miss you every night
                        that we're not together.
 
                                  D.B.
                        Do you think that we could start this
                        rehearsal started sometime this
                        century?
 
                                  JOHNNY
                        You worry too much, D.B.  We've still
                        got three weeks till opening night.
 
                                  D.B.
                        And with the way we're going, we're
                        going to need every second of it!
 
                                  ELLEN
                        OK, D.B., we get the point.  We're
                        ready.  Aren't we, Johnny?
 
                                  JOHNNY
				Sure thing, sweetheart.

					    D.B.
				Well, thank you so much for agreeing to 
				do your job!
                                              
					    JOHNNY
				Now who’s the one wasting time?

					    D.B.
				So help me, Johnny, I oughta…

					    ELLEN
				Are we running through the Angel number,
				D.B.?

					    D.B.
				What?!  Oh…oh, yeah, kid.  Yeah.  Now, 
				remember, you’re in love with this mug,
				but your old man ain’t happy about it…
				thinks he’s bad news.  You’ve just had a
				fight with the folks and now you’re going
				to see him.  Got that?

					    ELLEN
				Got it.

					    D.B.
				OK, let’s try this while we’re young. 
		
					    JOHNNY
				Little late for that in your case.

D.B. glares at Johnny, but then smiles at Ellen.

					    D.B.
				Whenever you’re ready, kid.

D.B. steps off of the stage, giving Johnny one last look.  Johnny saunters into the wings.

Ellen moves center stage and motions to the piano player.  The music starts.

					    ELLEN
					   (singing)
				Some guys can make your folks cringe
When they embark upon their latest drinking binge
Other fellows make your pop blow his stack
When they leave you knocked up and 
move to Hackensack
Still others cause your parents to simmer and stew 
When they make a video of you on your back 
And sell it pay-per-view
Yet, my guy would never want to cause my 
loved ones stress,
He’s sweet and kind, with the most wonderful smile
But when you’re the Angel of Death, I guess,
People miss the good and think that you’re vile

Johnny enters from stage right.  He meets Ellen at center stage and they join hands.

					    ELLEN
					 (continuing; singing)
				But, he’s my angel
The one I love mind, body and soul
Yes, he’s my angel
The only man I’ll need 
for all eternity
And though death may be his game
It’s his love that makes me come alive

Ellen and Johnny dance together.

					    ELLEN
					 (continuing; singing)
				Sure he scares people sometimes, it’s true
When he makes an appearance out of the blue
And now and then he gives the odd person a fright 
When he pays a visit in the middle of the night
But to me he’ll always be the love of my life
The one to chase away all my sorrow and strife
I don’t know how to explain our love, 
it’s such a crazy thing
Still I know that someday soon I’ll be 
wearing his ring
Cause, he’s my angel
The one I love mind, body and soul
Yes, he’s my angel
The only man I’ll need for all eternity
And though death may be his game
It’s his love that makes me come alive

As the song ends, Johnny takes Ellen into his arms, dipping her.
        
    ELLEN
                               (continuing)
                        I love you, Johnny.
 
              Johnny winks, and drops her.
 
                                                       FADE TO BLACK:
 
              INT. APARTMENT -- MORNING
 
                                  ROOMMATE (O.S.)
                        Ellen!  Ellen!
 
              Ellen's POV as her eyes slowly open to reveal her roommate
              standing over top of her.
 
                                  ROOMMATE
                               (annoyed)
                        Damn it, Ellen, did you stick a fork
                        in the toaster again?
 
              Ellen nods, still regaining consciousness.
 
                                  ROOMMATE
                               (continuing)
                        Stopped your heart again, didn't you?
 
                                  ELLEN
                        I think so.
 
                                  ROOMMATE
                        Do you want me to call an ambulance?
 
              Ellen shakes her head, wincing.
 
                                   ROOMMATE
                               (continuing)
                        Fine.
                               (shaking her head)
                        Moron.
                               (walking away)
                        Every freakin' day with the toaster...
 
              Ellen remains on the floor.  Her lips curl into a smile.
 
                                                       FADE OUT: