MUSIC fills the room. He listens
intently a moment, his face placid. He
closes his eyes, tries to relax …
Suddenly a DOOR SLAMS in the far reaches
of the house. Harsh FOOTSTEPS echo
through the upstairs hallway. Prince
remains still, his eyes closed…
Then another deathly DOOR SLAM! GLASS
dissolves in its frame and trickles to
the floor like icicles. Resentment
surges in him like a tornado. He rises
purposefully, turns the MUSIC up…
…And then his door SMASHES open and
his Mother LUNGES into the room in a
PANIC. She flings herself onto his bed
as his Father streaks in and WHACKS!
WHACKS! WHACKS! at her with a strap,
SCREAMING at her with an ominous growl
You ain’t got no business
leaving here! All your
sneaking around — you’re just
a sinner! You’re nothing but
a low life sinner!
The Mother throws herself at him
drunkenly, starts slapping, scratching
at his face–
Shut up! You don’t care about
me! Leave me alone!
Prince claws desperately at his Father’s
Don’t I keep the heat on?
Isn’t there food in the