I’m afraid I got some bad news for
you. My bro isn’t feeling too well.
Cheers dwindle into silence.
So he ain’t doing any throwing
Silence turns into antsy murmurs.
Instead you’ll see a dancing number
or some shit.
Antsy murmurs build to angry BOOS.
Yeah I know, it sucks donkey balls.
But look at the bright side... I’m
just fucking with ya!!!
Enter Shiv as he pulls his hood back up - all SPOTLIGHTS on
him - CHEERS! - the public gives him a rockstar welcome.
Damn right he’s throwing!
And heee’s... in a baaaad...
A light DAZZLES Shiv - he whips out a KNIFE and HURLS it
towards the SPOTLIGHT bothering him -
CRASH! - problem solved.
See?! That’s what I’m talking
The crowd ROARS in celebration.
Ayleen SPINS, strapped to a spinning wheel. Holds an ORCHID
between her teeth.
Twenty meters away from her, Shiv readies a knife, its sharp
edge GLINTING like a deadly weapon, not a circus prop.
ACROBATS enter the stage, combining dance techniques with
cartwheels, flip-flops, handwalking, and other moves -
Doing their performance right between Shiv and his target.
He zeroes in on the flower stem, takes aim... despite the
dancing sea of flesh that now stands in his way...
Crowd goes SILENT. Is he nuts?
He is. He THROWS -His
KNIFE flies with a razored whistle...
Whizzing OVER an acrobat’s head...
Flying right BETWEEN a handwalker’s legs...
Jockeying through a web of limbs and flesh until...
CLACK! - the knife CHOPS OFF the tip of Ayleen’s orchid!
CROWD GOES NUTS.
Ayleen now stands before a 20-foot tall pile of WOODEN
She JUMPS - hand reaching up - like a climber trying to find
a crevice to hold on to -