Lights up. In the studio, three hours later.
Riley Kendall is still passed out on the floor. Christopher, Conner, and Max are hovering over him like a bunch of vultures. They’re concerned.
Christopher: (Shaking Riley’s shoulders) Wake up, Riley!
Riley opens his eyes and sees his band members hovering over him. He places his hand to his forehead, sits, and faces his bandmates.
Max: (Shaky voice) Um, Riley, ya see… (He holds up the neck of the broken guitar.) It looks like you and Reggie here got into a fistfight. (Chuckles nervously.)
Riley stares at the guitar. Then he lets out a tiny shriek and covers his mouth with his hands.
Riley: (Muffled) I murdered Reggie! (Max hands Reggie’s remains to him.) Reggie! Reggie! Talk to me, buddy!
Christopher, Conner, and Max pat his shoulders.
Conner: (Picking up Riley’s spare guitar) Well, at least you have a spare.
Riley: (Complaining) But Reggie was special! I can’t sing in the concert with him in this condition!
Max: (Looks at the audience and rolls his eyes) Oi. (He kneels to Riley.) Listen, Riley Kendall, this is our last concert. In a few more days, we’ll be returning home, and when we get home, we’ll buy you Reggie II, okay? You can make it through this concert without Reggie I. Trust me, I know. The gig must go on!
Riley: (Smiles.) You're right, Max. (He stands up.) The gig must go on! Quickly, men, to the House of Blues! Hands in!
Riley, Christopher, Conner, and Max all put their hands in.
Riley: One, two, three—
Riley, Christopher, Conner, and Max: The Dreaded Miracles!
They throw their hands back. Light down.
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and then Add to home screen.