The sound of a clicking-claking piano rings out through Soundstage B2 of Monument pictures, as one famed Pianist, Cosmo Brown, focuses on the usual jingles he plays for comedies, though now recording them for 'Talkies'.

"Tell ya what, this piano may be squeaking like a mouse, but even out of tune it's better than listening to Lina-" He cackles. His infinity more famous friend, Don Lockwood, and the object of Lina's unwanted advances, cackles.

"Really though, I'm liking the gig, Donnie boy. I mean, lead composer? I can finally stop drowning in sorrow and work on my symphony!"

Don rolls his eyes. "Didn't you just say the other day when you thought you were getting laid off you were going to drown in sorrow to write a symphony?" His friends teases, causing the strawberry blonde to shrug as he keeps playing.

"Ah, it's called adapting, I'm quick on my feet and the keys, Mr. Stunt-star. I may not have the fame or the looks, but... huh, guess all I've got is time." Shaking his head, his friend strolls off when called away by the director for Lunch. Wiping at his forehead, someone on set catches the bold second-acts eye.