December 1897, Paris. Edmond Rostand is not yet thirty but already has two children and too much anxiety. He has not written anything for two years. In desperation, he offers the great Constant Coquelin a new play, a heroic comedy in verse, for the holidays. There’s one problem: it is not written yet. Edmond must focus and put pen to paper. For now, he has only the title: "Cyrano de Bergerac."
