Murder (Or An Art Attack), Part 6

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Murder (Or An Art Attack), Part 6

SCENE:
Tom kicks the girl and guy off the stage, literally. It should be broad and comedic.

TOM (Shouting): Thatís it! YOU PRETENTOUS NUMBNUTS GET OFF THE STAGE, NOW!

THIN GUY WITH A CLIPBOARD: You havenít signed up for an open-mike slot Ė

TOM: CAN IT, BEANHEAD!

TOM (reaching out to Izzy): Come on, Iz! Letís play some tunes!

IZZY: But I donít play an instrument.

TOM: You think youíre worse than Clarified Butter? Just pound the drums and show these gloomy goons what fun sounds like!

IZZY (warming up to the idea): Sex Pistols?

TOM (enthralled): Oh, you know the way to my heart.

(They get on stage, and Izzy is behind the drums, beaming like a loon as she gets back at the entire art establishment at once. Tomís on guitar and on the mike. They should both be radiant, shouting at the top of their lungs, joyous. In the front of the panel, behind the counter, the clipboard guy is hunched behind as if heís trying to ward off a bomb blast, talking on the phone in a pained whisper.)

TOM AND IZZY: I AM THE ANTICHRIST! I AM AN ANARCHIST!

CLIPBOARD GUY: Hello? Police?

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