Just tell me whose.
The Roadie LAUGHS as Danny moves on. The CHANTING CROWD
AT THE STAGE CURTAIN/DOOR
From behind, we watch as he pauses. One deep breath.
One crack of the neck, each way. Then:
He gives a THUMBS UP to someone off to the side. The
curtain/door opens as he steps out onto the stage infront of 20,000 adoring fans.
Needless to say, they go completely bat-shit.
8 ON STAGE 8
We stay behind Danny as he strolls forward, takes themic, and greets his fans.
Thanks for coming, Los Angeles.
It’s good to be home.
The crowd ROARS approval.
I think you might know this one.
Danny turns to his BAND, NODS, and...
LIGHTS BLAST ON!!! Everywhere. The crowd ERUPTS.
Our CAMERA SWEEPS over the crowd revealing, in full,
DANNY COLLINS for the first time since he was twenty-one.
He’s still a striking man, but the years have definitely
left their mark.
He wears an impeccably tailored but boldly coloredoutfit. And those platform shoes. Equal parts RodStewart and Neil Diamond.
There are instruments everywhere... but Danny’s not
playing any of them.
This is over-the-top spectacle... but not caricature.
The music, the act, it’s cheesy without being cartoony,
campy without being completely void of melody.
It’s pretty clear that the stadium isn’t the only thing
that has sold out.