MVO: Leaves rustle near sunset on the far end of Memory Lane. Squirrels scamper haphazardly. Your curiosity is caught by a crack from above and you gaze skyward to see, just a moment too late, a single sacrificial acorn dropping from the tree. You close your eyes, sigh, and wait. And when the nut strikes you square between the eyes - oh, yes - there will be some pain. But such a pain is without equal to the streaking lights...
SFX: DRAMATIC WHOOSHING SOUNDS
MVO:....that rip through the twilight, shredding the sky in brilliant bands of yellows and reds. A deep whoosh shakes your senses as meteors pierce the concrete calm.
MUSIC: DRAMATIC DRUMS CRESCENDOS
MVO: And you stand, looking upward in awe, appreciating the overture as the big one comes - parting the clouds - and the wide blue yonder flashes white one last time.
(SILENT PAUSE)
MVO: And so you see: an acorn is certainly no meteor. There’s pain, and then there’s a different kind of pain. For pains beyond the ordinary, take something extraordinary.