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excerpted from Cosmic Dancer an offbeat science fiction romantic comedy by Andrew M. Reichart ...EXT. BIZARRE LANDSCAPE - NIGHT GRETA finds herself standing in a place that looks like the parking lot, but the cars are all gone. Hundreds of LP albums float around at different heights. ETTA dances strangely, with fluid, asymmetrical motions. GRETA          Where are we? ETTA          We're in your head, doofus. GRETA          Excuse me? Etta dances over to an LP and grabs it out of the air. ETTA          Wow, this is so cool. The album is Greta's beat-up old copy of "Between the Horizons" by The Mysteries. Etta tries to bite it, then looks quizzically at it. The record slips out of the jacket and starts to fall towards the ground. GRETA          Ah! She reflexively grabs for the record. It stops in mid-air before she reaches it. ETTA          What is that? Etta grabs the vinyl, leaving the dust-jacket hanging in the air. She tries to bite it, then looks quizzically at it. GRETA          Uh, it's music. Etta puts the record to her ear. She frowns. Then she smiles, and begins bobbing her head. ETTA          Amazing! GRETA          So, ah, excuse me, Etta, what are          you? ETTA          Hi! Takes Greta's hand and shakes it. ETTA (CONT'D)          I'm what you'd call an alien. GRETA          You're that tentacle-thing? ETTA          No, that was my previous host. Etta cries. ETTA (CONT'D)          He danced so beautifully. So many          limbs! Etta stops crying. ETTA (CONT'D)          Well, that's over with. He died. So          be it. Etta begins dancing again. GRETA          What do you mean, "previous host"? ETTA          My people don't have bodies. Hugs Greta again. ETTA (CONT'D)          Thank you so much, Greta! GRETA          For what? ETTA          All of this! GRETA          How do you know my name? ETTA          Well, I'm in your head. I can read          your mind a little. CONT'D