Green Room

Punk Rocker:
Okay, I'm with The Ain't Rights from Washington, DC. You guys are hard to find. Why no social media presence?

Pat:
Music is shared live. It's time and aggression. You gotta be there.

Punk Rocker:
Sorry, guys, we gotta clear out. Follow me.

Pat:
And then it's over.

Pat:
There's been a stabbing!

Daniel:
In the room, go!

Big Justin:
Cops are on the way.

Sam:
We haven't done anything.

Amber:
It doesn't matter.

Big Justin:
We sit and we wait.

Amber:
And we die?

Big Justin:
Not if you sit and you wait.

Reece:
You can't keep us here, you gotta let us go.

Gabe:
We're not keeping you here, you're just staying.

Pat:
I know what it is.

Amber:
What what is?

Pat:
My "desert-island band."

Amber:
Tell somebody who gives a sh*t.

Pat:
What are they doing?

Amber:
They're coming.

Reece:
We gotta go.

Sam:
Then we die.

Reece:
The longer we wait, the surer that is.

Amber:
Is that a pep talk? You stab him with the shiv and get ready to run.

Pat:
I can't die here.

Amber:
So don't.

Pat:
This... is a nightmare.

Darcy:
For us all.

Amber:
Please tell me those stupid f***ing words are his last!

Darcy Banker:
Now gentlemen and ladies. Whatever you saw or did... is no longer my concern. But let's be clear... this won't end well.

Darcy Banker:
He breathing? Let him bleed.

Reece:
So, in a tournament, I snap his arms or he taps out and we all go get burgers.