From CH Staff on
Where we're going, we don't need melodies.
By Patrick Cassels
(INT. HIGH SCHOOL DANCE - 1950S) We're at the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance from "Back to the Future. Boys and girls slow-dance as MARTY MCFLY, on stage, plays the final chords of "Earth Angel". Everyone claps. MARVIN, the singer, turns to Marty. MARVIN Yeah, man. That was good. Let's do another one. MARTY Uh, well, I gotta go. MARTY C'mon man, let's do something that really cooks. MARVIN Something that really cooks. (into mic) Alright, alright, this is an oldie but, uh, actually I don't know what it is. In a hurried manner, Marty puts down his guitar, runs O.S., and returns wheeling out a electronic soundboard. As he addresses the rest of the band he takes off his jacket and shirt and puts on a leather jacket and glasses. MARTY Okay guys, this is an techno-influenced riff with oppressively dark sound, watch me for the sound loops and try to keep up when I drop the bass. Marty turns to his sound board. He plays a dubstep song. It's loud and chaotic. Marty goes bananas as he plays, flipping knobs and pressing buttons. On the dance floor. The kids look momentarily surprised, then do a corny shoulder shrug, turn to their partners and start popping and locking. For some reason they are extremely good at it this modern dance. On stage, Marty picks up a lit cigarette and takes a drag. The band gets into it. The DRUMMER throws his sticks away and violently KICKS his drums. The SAXOPHONE PLAYER puts a mic in the mouth of his sax, throws them both on the floor and starts stomping on them. ON THE DANCE FLOOR, GEORGE MCFLY pops-and-locks with LORAINE. A COUPLE dances by, smiles and addresses George. BOYFRIEND (barely audible) Hey George, you laid out Biff-- GEORGE/ELAINE WHAT?! BACKSTAGE, Marvin yells into a phone. MARVIN Hey, hey. It's your cousin. Your cousin: Marvin Skrillex. You know that new sound you're looking for? CUT TO SKRILLEX, on the other end, microwaving a Hot Pocket. SKRILLEX Yeah. BACK TO MARVIN. MARVIN Well listen to this! Marvin holds the phone out to Marty/the dubstep. SKRILLEX I need a pen. (callint outward) I- I need a pen! Back on stage, the bass drops and shit gets real. "WUBWUBWUB!" Marty begins kicking over amps and other equipment. He rolls back and forth across stage, holding a mic close to his mouth and yelling. MARTY WUBWUBWUBWUB! He opens his eyes. REVEAL the students have stopped dancing and are staring at him, slack jawed. MARTY I guess you guys aren't ready for that yet. But you're kids... are also not gonna like it. But their kids! Will be strangely intrigued by it. He runs off stage. END.