Detroit Rock City

The four high schoolers rock their hearts out as they blast

a familiar tune offensively off-key.

BOYS SINGING:

"I wanna rock 'n' roll all night and

party every day!"

They stink, but they sure are trying hard. Meet the band

"Mystery." Concert tee-shirts, holey jeans, total burn-outs.

HAWK, a scraggily-haired, disenchanted youth, strains his

vocal chords on the microphone as he SCRATCHES at his rhythm

guitar. Hawk is sort of the brains of this operation, but

knowing the others, that doesn't say much.

LEX POUNDS a bass with earnest determination. Lanky with bad

posture, Lex is already sporting worry lines. He takes

everything way-too-seriously.

TRIP STRUMS lead guitar like he's hammering nails. All id,

Trip is slightly out of his mind. But, is it the chemicals

or just his chemistry. He always wears a knit cap.

JAM, a sensitive kid (but no wuss), BASHES on his drums like

a madman making the bass drum pulsate like a spastic heart.

The big drum bears the word "Mystery" painted on its skin

with a lightning "S" just like the KISS logo.

They bring the classic tune to a shrieking conclusion and

thrust their hands over their heads in the KISS symbol.

Hawk screams into the mike at their imaginary audience.

HAWK:

Thank you, Cleveland! You're a great

crowd. But after three and a half

hours of kick-ass rock and seven

encores on top of that, I'm sorry to

say that this time we really gotta

get back to our hotel rooms and f*ck

some groupies.

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