The band waits on the stage (they will always have their instruments in their hands), blinding stage lights obscuring all else.
Drummer - "I can see it already. You didn't get our check."
Caldera - "Um. So ... the devil was there and he said I should go so I'll get it tomorrow !"
...
Piano Player - With a tiny piano under his arm, "The devil."
The
stage lights shut down showing the room, they all look down the path of
carnage to the elevator and bodies strewn, Belial swinging from a
ceiling fan.
All - "Ohhh ... "
Trumpet - "I thought they were just happy."
Caldera - "I promise I'll get it tomorrow !" Smiles bright, "Okay ?"
The next day the all stand looking at the burned down nightclub, the
devil kicking and sniffing around the ashes ... light stomps to the
floor looking for a weak spot or tunnel sign, comparing it confused with
his book.
He looks up, smiles and waves, then back to the toeing. He crashes through the floor with a "Whup !"
They
look at her like it's her fault and part ways. She turns from the
burnout and goes to the bank, pulls the money and rents a car, starts
packing with a tear. The other musicians do the same, looking at old
photos of the shows and promos.
Cars are loaded, around the city more of the same. Here and there, those with that instinct to run.
The beats burst from the asylum facade with his hoard, looking around as they take the town.
They
strap the boxes to the top of their cars, the hospital burns. One last
look at their lives, they turn out the lights. The prison escape.
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Caldera
- On her phone walking to the car, "Yeah I know mom, but the literal
devil destroyed the nightclub. And honestly riddance. How is this not
on the news !?"
She looks up and sees the band waiting, all their cars packed too.
Caldera - Smiles at them, "Gotta go mom. Love you."
