The Script

CAMERA DOLLIES TO WINDOW and FINDS DAVE IN HIS STUDY, DRESSED IN HIS BATHROBE, AS HE PLUGS HIS GUITAR INTO AN AMPLIFIER.

DAVE (VO CONT'D): Me, I've always dreamed of being a rock star. Maybe that's the dream inside all us boomers. To be up there on stage, playing to the crowd, flipping the bird to adulthood, being torn limb from limb by fans. Or not so much torn as, maybe, massaged. And come to think of it, not so much limbs as more generally appendages.

SFX: DAVE BEGINS TO PLAY OPENING BARS OF "LOUIE LOUIE".
DAVE (VO CONT'D): Anyway, it's like the Kingsmen put it so many years ago: Me gotta go now. Until next week, anyway.

AS DAVE PLAYS AND PRANCES LIKE A ROCK STAR, CAMERA PULLS BACK AND WIDENS. A LIGHT GOES ON IN THE HOUSE NEXT DOOR.

ELDERLY NEIGHBOR (VO): What in God's name is that horrific noise?!
NEIGHBOR'S WIFE (VO): Must be that Barry boy playing again.