An Excerpt:

At the end of the preshow the lights go low.  Images are projected as the PROJECTIONIST speaks. 

                              PROJECTIONIST

Good evening, ladies and gentlemen.  (incorporate cell phone, etc. announcement)  What you're about to experience is a town not unlike your own—a little smaller or larger, probably, but with your churches and schools and neighbors and windows looking out on pastoral landscapes rich with natural elegance.  It is just the time of year for the foxgloves to be blooming in droves.  We'd like to take a moment now to recognize Miss Elizabeth FitzGerald of Durham County, the first person to observe that foxgloves looked sort of like tiny gloves that foxes would wear.  (Miss ELIZABETH FITZGERALD enters, is applauded, and exits.)  To be sure you do not mistake this town for your own, we include a selection of some of the notable landmarks in the area to guide your exploration. 

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The townsfolk don't know I've told you about them, and I wouldn't tell them if I were you.  It may not have struck you yet, but it isn't only this room that's getting dark; the whole time zone, one twenty-fourth of the world wide, is fading east to west.  Everyone is about to come back out after their evening siesta.  We work eight-hour days, mostly, some of us more, and then we come home, relax for a while and come out again to go to evening mass or choir practice or the bar or the book club.  The town's absolutely booming after seven.  Right now it's six fifty-six. 

Mr. Norfolk emerges to light the lamps; as he crosses he notices the crowd watching him. 

                              MR. NOR

Well, don't mind me.  We're still getting ready.  This time of day, what can you expect?  Everyone waits until the streetlights are on to come out and they'll be lit when I'm good and ready.  (Conscious now of his duty, he begins to light the stage.)  Go on, talk among yourselves.  I don't like all this attention.  All of you staring like that, feels like I must have got something in my teeth.  Go on, continue your conversations. 

The play opens with creative chaos.  The town awakens and people begin to go about their day-to-day business.  Young Miss Elsewood and her mother are taking down laundry from all over the set.  Norfolk leaves his house, his mother watching.  Other conversations continue at the same time as theirs.  Mr. Brock goes about cleaning up after people. 

                              NOR

I'm going walking, mother. 

                              MRS. NOR

It's getting late, dear.  What will you do if a car swerves off the road toward you? 

                              NOR

Stand rooted to the spot in terror. 

                              MRS. NOR

Dive into a ditch.  It's the best thing you can do.  Make sure you think about it every few minutes: if a car comes, dive into a ditch.