The frame is scratched. 4:3 aspect ratio. The digital artifacts look like falling snow.

She watches the 90-second duet. She cries at her desk.

Maya plays the remastered audio on her laptop. The old horse hears the wind from that night. He raises his head. And very slowly, he lifts his left front hoof, hovering it an inch off the straw.

END OF FEATURE DRAFT.

The sun is setting. Golden hour.

Maya tracks down the farm. The field is now a solar panel array. But there is a single, weathered barn.

The farm kid drops the camcorder. It keeps recording. The lens points at the sky.

She is alone, facing a massive, chestnut-colored draft horse. The horse’s registered name is FAD5168, but she calls him "Bach."

GISELLE (whispering to the camcorder) They said the Romantic ballet is dead. They said you can’t dance Albrecht with a 1,200-pound partner.