Detroit Rock City Page #3

The boys looks up like innocent, wide-eyed angels. Jam waves.

JAM:

Oh, hi, mom.

MRS. BRUCE

(screams)

NOW!

Jam quickly pockets his drumsticks and grabs his worn, denim

jacket off the pile of jackets on the floor, then runs

upstairs. The others follow.

EXT. LEX'S HOUSE/FRONT PORCH - NIGHT

The front door opens. Jam steps out to greet his mom with a

nervous smile. Hawk, Lex, and Trip stand at a safe distance

in the foyer behind him.

JAM:

What's up?

Mrs. Bruce grabs her son by the ear and holds up the KISS

LOVE GUN record waving it in his face.

MRS. BRUCE

The devil's body count, that's what's

up! Don't you know what KISS stands

for? "Knights in Satan's Service!"

She hauls Jam across the lawn. Hawk, Lex, and Trip step onto

the porch looking on in sympathetic embarrassment. Mrs. Bruce

stuffs the record in the trash can then throws Jam in the

front seat. SCREECH, the station wagon pulls away.

TRIP:

Jam has yet to do an overnight with

us.

LEX:

I had a nightmare once that something

like this might happen. I hope he

doesn't get grounded again. If he

misses Peter Criss's drum solo, I

don't know if he'll be able to handle

it.

HAWK:

Lex, quit trying to always jinx

things. Don't worry, dudes. Nobody's

missing that concert tomorrow night.

MAIN TITLES:

CLOSE-UP

The LOVE GUN album sitting in the trash can. CAMERA MOVES IN

on the round label till it FILLS THE FRAME. The record begins

to spin like on a turntable as CAMERA DESCENDS INTO the little

hole ENGULFING THE FRAME IN BLACK. This LEADS us INTO...

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