A woman stands alone in her dressing room. She fixes her black dress, her hair, preparing to give the performance of her life.
She breathes deeply, the presumably life-changing words she’s about to say weighing on her chest. She ponders the many bunches of flowers she’s received. The music is dramatic. This woman must be important.
She touches her hair again. She really likes touching her hair. Who could she be?
And then, as she prepares to step out onto the stage, we see her face. It’s… it’s Winona Ryder? Wait, this is an ad?