MY HAIR WILL DEFEAT YOU, excerpt

The band is composed of a male and a female. They are sitting in plastic chairs on the stage. The male is playing an acoustic guitar very hard. His face becomes severe and yells something. It seems like crying. The female is singing. “This band fucking sucks,” Jeffrey thinks. Most people directly in front of the band are pointing their faces toward the band and rarely looking elsewhere. Many have drinks in their hands. A group of people to the left of the stage form a circle. They lean close to each others’ faces to speak and then repeat what they said to others in the circle. A tall male in the circle lifts a pointed finger to the ceiling. He brings it down forcefully. Everyone in the circle begins chugging beer. A person nearby uses a digital camera three times on two people who make their faces look more excited than they looked before they saw the digital camera. Voices can be heard behind Jeffrey, emanating from the bar area. A short female is seen falling, hard, and being helped up by people that yell and laugh.

“I feel uncomfortable,” Jeffrey says to Lauren. She turns to him.

“What the music is too loud I can’t hear anything,” Lauren yells.

Jeffrey shakes his head.

“I love this band,” Lauren yells.