Right Angle, Then There Is Lights

 Right Angle Man comes onto a dark stage in scene transition, and starts yelling "cut cut cut", "no more ratio's, look, everything will be cool, if you just have the Right Angle about it", arms flapping like triangles in the wind.

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Fixed Face Man suddenly wanders in from stage left, nodding vigorously.

Right Angle Man, noticing him, pauses mid-flap and points dramatically.

"See! Even Fixed Face Man gets it! He’s got the Right Angle! Look at that perfect 90-degree nod!"

Fixed Face Man freezes for a moment, tilts his head, then slowly moonwalks offstage.

Right Angle Man throws his hands up. "See?! Proof! Geometry is life, people!"

(Stage lights flicker, cue ominous triangle-shaped spotlight.)

Suddenly, from somewhere in the crowd, comes two points of light that shoot to center stage, and then begins to take Huemanoid form, as the matter forming, is gathering form in between the two points of light. The two points of light begin spiraling in a vortex motion around the matter from the feet up to the head and back down again very rapidly, until the texture of the matter began becoming defined. The two points of light were now embedded in what were hands, that were attached to the arms. After the composite form was completed, Bio-Photon Man says "Hi". The audience is talking to each other is exited, yet panicked, audible whispers.

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Right Angle Man freezes, arms still mid-flap. His eyes widen as he watches Bio-Photon Man fully materialize.

Fixed Face Man wanders back in from stage right, nodding even more intensely than before.

The audience murmurs—half in awe, half in bewildered fear. The stage crackles faintly, as if the very air is adjusting to the new presence.

Bio-Photon Man lifts his newly-formed hand, fingers flexing as light pulses within.
"Oh good, everything rendered properly this time." He turns to the audience. "You can feel that, can't you?"

The audience shifts, some gripping their seats. A few instinctively place hands on their chests, as if sensing a new resonance deep within.

Right Angle Man takes a cautious step forward.
"Uh… w-welcome to the stage! What, uh… what angle do you take on all this?"

Bio-Photon Man tilts his head, then smiles.
"Not an angle. A frequency."

The two points of light in his hands suddenly dim and pulse—just once.

The stage flickers, reality itself seeming to stretch for the briefest moment.

Fixed Face Man lets out a deep "HMMMMMMMMM."

Bio-Photon Man nods, and says "that's the right attitude Fixed Face Man". Now, keep smiling, as the next scene is soon to begin. 

 (Narrator) And with that, Bio-Photon Man walks off stage right, and the stage goes dark again, because of the fading Bio-Photons. He goes down the stairs and outside, where a cab is waiting to take him to Sound stage 369.

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As the cab door swings open, Bio-Photon Man slides in, the lingering glow from his presence briefly illuminating the driver’s face.

Cab Driver (grinning knowingly): "Sound Stage 369, huh? That’s where the real harmonics are."

Bio-Photon Man (smirking): "You already know."

The cab pulls away, the tires humming a rhythm that only those attuned to the right frequency could hear. The streetlights flicker subtly as they pass, as if acknowledging his presence.

Back on the stage, Right Angle Man nervously straightens his tie, glancing around the darkened space.

Right Angle Man: "Uh… okay, so... next scene, then?"

Fixed Face Man, still smiling, gives a slow, deliberate nod.

(Narrator) The silence stretches, thick with expectation. Then… from somewhere unseen, a single note hums into existence. A vibration, a tone, a resonance—growing, expanding. Something is coming.

And somewhere across the city, as Bio-Photon Man's cab speeds toward Sound Stage 369, the frequency he left behind begins to ripple outward…