XII. POSTLUDE: GO ON
In which: for the first time, all three screens are entirely in accord as they show, in slow motion, a dazzling sunset.
The THREE ORSONS weave a long-lined, contrapuntal melody. During the course of the trio, there is the intermittent sound of an orchestra tuning, as, one by one, the MUSES shut off their stand lights and scatter; the final remaining MUSE, the PIANIST, still wearing the fedora placed on HER head by ORSON #1, shuts the lid on the keyboard as the piece ends, lays HER head in HER arms as the LIGHTS fade. A DIM PIN SPOT will remain on HER through the general FADE and even until the ORSONS have gone.
ALL THREE ORSONS
"Our works in stone, in paint, in print, are spared, some of them, for a few decades or a millennium or two,
but everything must finally fall in war, or wear away into the ultimate and universal ash -
the triumphs, the frauds, the treasures and the fakes.
A fact of life: we're going to die.
"Be of good heart," cry the dead artists out of the living past.
"Our songs will all be silenced, but what of it? Go on singing."
Maybe a man's name doesn't matter all that much.
(The CONDUCTOR embraces each ORSON warmly in turn and exits.)
The films end. Awkwardness.
A FINAL FILM / CARD appears on all three SCREENS as ALL THREE ORSONS drift offstage:
[Screen #1] [Screen #2] [Screen #3]
FIN FIN FIN
We see the films’ tail leader. An APPLAUSE sign blinks three times in the silence. Darkness. The PIN SPOT on the PIANIST / MUSE finally dies.