TAYLOR (into her phone): “If the unicorn isn’t gluten-free vegan, I’m not getting out of the car.”
Taylor suddenly bursts out of the closet. She has taken off her tiara and smeared her mascara. She grabs a microphone from the DJ.
A black stretch limo pulls up. The door opens. TAYLOR STILTSKIN (16, wearing a diamond tiara and a scowl that could curdle cream) emerges. She is followed by her FATHER (60s, gold watch, hair plugs) and her STEPMOTHER (30s, plastic surgery, holding a tiny dog).
Title card: PARTY DOWN
The crowd gasps. Mr. Stiltskin laughs nervously.
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