Detroit Rock City Page #2

Behind him, Trip grabs Lex's bass and swings it by the neck

at an amp pretending to bash it over and over again. Lex

quickly yanks it away from him.

LEX:

What the f***, Trip? That's my bass!

Jam emerges from behind the pile of drums smiling.

JAM:

That was curly!

TRIP:

Just one more day of school to get

through, girls, before tomorrow

night... Live!

(getting excited)

COBO Hall! Detroit, Michigan!

(like an announcer)

You wanted the best!

ALL FOUR BOYS:

You got the best! The hottest band

in the world... KISS!!

They all make that BREATH SOUND that mimics a screaming crowd.

Suddenly, headlights swing by in the window above them like

a spotlight. Lex hops onto the unmade bed and looks out the

cellar window.

LEX'S POV

A baby-sh*t green, Ford station wagon with fake wood sides

SCREECHES into the driveway. Mrs. Bruce gets out and STOMPS

toward the house. Lex gasps at the sight.

LEX:

Sh*t! It's Jam's mom!

Jam GULPS as if he's just shat out an whole can of Lincoln

logs.

JAM:

My mom? Oh, no! What's she doing

here?

Lex quickly throws a KISS towel over a TV tray hiding a bong,

cigarettes, overloaded ashtray. Trip kicks half-empty beer

bottles under the bed. Hawk sprays Lysol frantically around

the room as Jam shovels gum into his mouth.

KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK! Mrs. Bruce pounds on the cellar window

crouching to see in. She looks like a crazed, underlit psycho.

MRS. BRUCE

(muffled through glass)

Jeremiah! Jeremiah Bruce! You get

out here this instant!

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