INT. CAR DAY

Girl gets into car situates herself.  Starts her car up and places a CD into the player.  She stops to primp herself and as she looks into the rearview mirror the neck of a guitar is seen.  The song begins and next to her is Johnny Flash in all of his glory.  The lights change into a swirling smoky flash of rock and roll heaven.  Inter cut with exterior shots of the car rocking.  Inside the car there appears to be more and more bodies sliding and slithering around the car.  The girl tries to open the door but it is to no avail.  She looks out of the window and a woman with her cart of laundry looks on as she mouths, “Help Me!”  The woman waves her away and continues.  The lights inside the car begin to resemble a club and Johnny Flash is practically on this poor girl’s lap and the band refuses to end this rock and roll tirade. The girl is pushed further forward into the windshield by the bodies inside the car as a couple of teenage boys skate by. They notice the ruckus and the woman who is now exhausted motions toward them.  They begin to ollie up onto the hood of the car with total disregard. As any other youth would, they tear up the hood of the car with as many tricks as they can think of.  They laugh and skate away.  The girl can take no more and the band begins tearing the car apart as she begins to shake uncontrollably.  There is no hope for now there are at least twenty-five people crammed into this car.  They are here to party and this includes smooching, groping, cel phones, tennis rackets, folding underwear, trading wigs, and putting lipstick on the little skater boys who have now decided to join in the fun.  The girl leans up against the window, hair thoroughly fucked up, lipstick, smeared and just exhausted.  Johhny Flash puts her arm around his neck as he sings the final lines of the song.  A tribute, a serenade, a little bit of romance.  Then as quickly as this happened, its over and the old woman sits next to our heroine folding her underwear and shakes her head, ahhh but first she takes the cd out of the player and then carries on with her basket of clothes.  

photo by V. Camaro