Carmen

A recycled bar across the street buzzes. It is raucous white noise above the plummeting whine of motos and coches. Slapping, staccato steps on cobblestone open the scene. A woman's shouts erupt and echo along the street. Feet and voice advance. "Puta!" she bellows. Her voice and feet bear down. It is a chase told through counterpoint. Opera, unseen but heard.