Up against it this week. Talk about an easy target.
1. Wide panel. Tight on the window of an electronics shop somewhere in the middle of a city. Could be New York or Chicago. We just know it’s America. Every television set in the window shows the same man. He’s in his 70s, wears an ill-fitting suit, has the peroxide infused, thinning hair of a man you wouldn’t buy a used car off, and his skin has the timbre of what can only be described as a Cheeto. Somehow, inexplicably, this man is standing behind a podium that bears the seal of the President of the United States.
LYRICS (TAILLESS): I get the same old dream, same time every night. LYRICS (TAILLESS): Fall to the ground and I wake up.
2. Wide panel. We push in a little more on the window and all the television sets. The ORANGE MAN is smiling smugly as he continues his speech, no doubt saying something he thinks sounds clever.
LYRICS (TAILLESS): So I get out of bed, put on my shoes, and in my head thoughts fly back to the break-up.
3. Wide panel. Cut to a small crowd that has gathered by the window - an assortment of citizens from all walks of life. One of them wears headphones, currently around his neck, music wafting from them through the cold air. Standing in the middle of them is a bearded, robed figure standing about eight feet tall. He has a bright yellow halo hovering over his head and he’s bathed in ethereal light, a stark contrast to the slate grey sky and rain all around him. The ROBED GIANT is frowning, his head tilted slightly.
LYRICS: These four walls are closing in.
4. Wide panel. The ROBED GIANT continues to stare at the TV/us. He pulls a large green glass bottle, seemingly out of thin air and has begun to take a giant swig from it. The bottle if full of a clear liquid and small, pink fleshy bits float in it.
LYRICS: Look at the fix you’ve put me in!
5. Wide panel. Nothing but black.
LYRICS (TAILLESS): Since you’ve been gone, since you’ve been gone, I’m outta my head, can’t take it.