The lights fade to black.
O4M picks up the shears again. Snips them once in the air—a soft, decisive shick . o4m barbershop sc. 2
O4M sets the shears down. He walks over, drapes the fresh apron around Ezra’s neck. The cloth settles like a sigh. The lights fade to black
The lights rise on the same space. The barber chairs are now empty, save for a single folded apron on the armrest of the middle chair. The air smells of talc and antiseptic. o4m barbershop sc. 2