We open on a young(ish) man sitting in an open plan office. He’s staring at his screen.
Behind him, we see a classroom-style clock with the time showing 4:29.
He takes a deep breathe, spins his chair around to expectantly look at the entry door of the office, shielding his eyes from the sunlight streaming into the office.
We zoom out to show a floor full of people at their desks.
The young(ish) man slowly stands. Others start to do the same until the entire office is standing, staring at the empty doorway.
The man looks from the doorway to the clock.
We cut to the clock, the minute hand moving at what feels like a glacial place as it inches millimetre by millimetre closer to 4:30.
Back to the man.
Back to the clock.
Back to the man.
Back to the clock.
He looks as though he is about to faint before the minute hand finally hits the six as a bell rings faintly in the distance, blurring with the rattling of tightly-packed bottles.
The young(ish) man looks back to the doorway as the silver gleam of a drinks trolley appears. Two people enter behind the trolley, one brandishing a champagne bottle, the other ringing the bell ferociously as the office erupts into cheers.
This is the soundtrack you play when the drinks trolley hits - We call it Drinks Trolley Rock around here.
Happy Friday LBB.