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EXT. MED SHOT – FRONT OF SCHOOL – CARLOS

Carlos has the business card.

He pulls out his cell.

CARLOS
Guess I should get this over with.

Carlos dials.

CARLOS
This is Carlos. (beat) Yeah, from Red Wolves Howl. (beat) Yeah, we're ready to
sign. (beat) Yeah, we'll be in the garage later on today. (beat) Wait. You already
have a gig, if we want it? (beat) Let me talk to the other guys but I'm sure we
can do that tonight. (beat) WHAT kind of music? (beat) Okay. Seeya. (beat)
Yeah, that's going to be an easy sell.

EXT. LONG SHOT – STUMBLE INN BAR & TAVERN – BACK DOOR – NIGHT

The Stumble Inn B&G is the worst example of a local bar ever imaginable. It's the kind of place that you know kind of excites kids as their first bar, and it holds the constant threat of violence.

And it's the place that Raphael's car is driving up to from the back door.

The car parks.

The guys clamber out.

RAPHAEL
Our first gig. Yay.

CARLOS
At least it's a gig.

RAPHAEL
Okay. I'll give you that. For now.

Hector is getting his drums out.

HECTOR
With my luck, they'll card us.

Raphael smiles.

RAPHAEL
That's why you get a fake ID before you go in, Eagle.

Hector's eyes roll.

Raphael brings his own guitar and a fiddle case.

CARLOS
I only hope we survive this.

Carlos crosses himself.

RAPHAEL
We will. If for no other reason than that I can kick your butt afterwards.

Hector smiles as he starts lugging his gear inside.

INT. LONG SHOT – STUMBLE INN – STAGE

The bar is pretty much what you would expect. It's dark, smoky, and only a few patrons litter the bar and tables. The patrons are in leathers, tattooed, and generally not the kind of people that like kids.

The kids are lugging in their equipment. The BAR OWNER, a slimy overweight man in his middle ages (and possibly Europe's as well) is showing them where to set up.


BAR OWNER
You can set up here.

The bar owner grabs a metal fence and pulls it across the stage.

BAR OWNER
It may get ugly. Stay behind this and you should be okay. If not, meh.

He leaves.

The guys start setting up.

Raphael is glaring at Carlos.

Carlos is doing his best to ignore Raphael.

Hector is slightly excited.

HECTOR
This could be fun. Imagine what the kids would say if they knew we were here.

RAPHAEL
“Did you get shots before or after the bar fight?” (beat) “Really, Raph? I though
you had that scar from last summer.” (beat) “Did you get drunk at least?”

Hector and Raphael fist bump while smiling as Carlos glares at them.

CARLOS
Okay, okay. But at least we're getting paid better than we did for the dance.

RAPHAEL
True. And that's the only reason I'm here.

They quickly finish up setting up.

SAME SCENE, AN HOUR LATER

The guys are looking out at the crowd.

The bar has filled up. There bar is full, and the audience has gotten scarier. If the The Terminator had met this crowd first, he would have been sold for scrap fifteen minutes later.

HECTOR
I am beginning to reconsider my original enthusiasm.

RAPHAEL
I'm getting gas money out of this, right?

CARLOS
I believe so.

RAPHAEL
Okay, then.

He puts his guitar down.

He pulls out his fiddle.

The other two look at him strangely.

He returns the glare.

RAPHAEL
That lead guitar is hot but not for Louisiana man. (beat) Let's do this.

Hector starts with a beat that matches his heart rate. It's a steady 4/4 time played straight.

Carlos lays down a riff on his guitar and then matches Hector's beat.

Raphael starts with the fiddle.

The crowd goes wild. Bottles start hitting the fence.

Raphael smiles at the flying glass.