The screen is black. Aerial view of the snowy hamlet of Park City. As camera zooms in, we see the the streets jammed with sport utility vehicles and the endless bustle of cell-phone toting hipsters. Jeff is making a cappuccino.
Room is filled to capacity.
There is much laughter and chatter. A girl with long, curly red hair taps a microphone on a small stage at the front of the room where a band is set up to play. Jeff is in his early thirties. He has wind-swept hair and the tan, ruddy face of someone who has spent a lot of time outdoors. Darcy, all dressed in black except for the red Nokia cell-phone she is talking intensely into, walks into the cafe and sits close to the stage.