Keyshawn stares at her reflection in the cracked bar mirror. Slowly, the fear in her eyes hardens into cold, unforgiving steel.

Neon pink light bleeds through heavy cigar smoke. Bass from a distant track rattles the liquor bottles on the shelf.

When the floodwaters rise, you don't drown. You learn to swim. And if someone tries to pull you under? You claw your way back to the surface and make 'em bleed. You are a diamond, Keyshawn. Stop letting that man treat you like gravel.

KEYSHAWN stands by the stage door. Her makeup is flawless, but her eyes are glassy, screaming a truth her lips won't utter.