NARRATOR begins to tie the cloth around her and rises to meet the audience. Music underscores.

NARRATOR: It was said that later that afternoon the Drummer Girl's spirit left the town dancing … dancing from out of her mother's arms to where the ancestors and Mkhulu were waiting to receive her. Dancing over table tops … roof tops. High above the town and into the stars. [Pause.] The rain came every year after that and it wasn't long before the mines and tin bucket factory re-opened. The Censor was never seen again. It was said that he was chased from the town by the people's drumming, a drumming that would never again be silenced. [Pause.] The Little Drummer Girl was never forgotten. To this day it is still a tradition for the children of the town to cover its trees with tin buckets. They do this so that during the first rains they may hear the Drummer Girl dancing past their windows. You may hear her too if you listen carefully …

PERCUSSIONIST begins to play the same beat on the djembe that accompanied the narrator's chant in the prologue. NARRATOR resumes the position she started with.

NARRATOR: She is coming … she is coming.

Drums roll furiously.

NARRATOR: Thunder rolls.

Drumming climaxes. Lights fade.