I awaken in a dream. It is the night before some ancient battle.
Campfires dot the hillside.
He moves to his studio chair, repeating the sequence again and again. The Prodigy sits at the keyboard and 'plays' a modulated quote from Variation 22 - a single musical phrase twisted into a seductive moebius. The musical figure has caught the Prodigy in its thrall. He repeats it again and again, a stuck needle. As he repeats the musical phrase he repeats the series of physical moves involved in its playing and vocalizes under the notes.