GUY talks to a camera outside the audition room.
GUY
Yeah, I’m here again. I was here last year. They told me no. They said they didn’t like the way I sang. I told them I took voice lessons for a few years...they didn’t believe me. I don’t care. I told them I’d be back. And I’m back. They’re not gonna forget me this time, either.
He goes inside.
Muffled, we hear a fight ensue. Someone calls for security.
Then, a few gunshots.
The door suddenly flies open.
SIMON exits, covered in blood, carrying a gun.
SIMON
This is why I’ve started carrying a gun.
Blackout.
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