So you know that old joke about the anthropologist who is doing field research in a remote jungle, and one night, across the river, drums begin to play, many loud drums. And the anthropologist goes to the village headman, who tells him, "Do not worry about the drums. Worry when the drums stop."
For days and nights, the drums continue, but no matter how many times the anthropologist asks the headman for the meaning of this, the only answer he receives is: "Do not worry about the drums. Worry when the drums stop."
Finally, late one night, the drums. Stop.
Terrified, the anthropologist runs to the headman. "The drums have stopped! What happens now?!"
"Now comes the bass solo."
Now come the rewrites...