the greatest concert ever

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Patty, Scratch, Molly and the rest her family, Max and ghost girls are reviewing some of the town's people music talents for the concert.

Group of men: ♪ My dear Doreen my dear Doreen ♪

♪ She stole my spleen ♪

Patty: Nope!

Group of ladies ringing bells

Patty: Pass!

Old Woman with dog who she tells bark

Patty: Hard pass!

A kid plays bassoon out of tune.

Patty: Get off the stage!

Max: man this granny booing hard

G.Libby: she kinda reminds me of my grandma.

Molly: *stepping in* Okay, thank you! That was...that was really something. We'll be in touch!

Scratch: Well, I'm glad I don't have eardrums, because they would be bleeding!

Pete: I don't think they were all bad, and Darryl clearly liked it. Right, Darryl?

Darryl: *dancing with his hood up* Huh? Sorry, I was listening to Atomic Pink. Didn't hear any of that.

g.Molly: well how about you Andrea?

Only to see g.Andrea dancing to atomic pink with headphone on.

G.Andrea: huh, you say something!?

Molly: Look, those acts were fine, but is fine really good enough for the first concert in Brighton's new and improved bandshell?

Patty: No! We need something that'll rock this town!

Molly: Exactly! Like Kenny Star.

Sharon: Who's Kenny Star?

Later on to Molly's room

Molly: Kenny Star is Brighton's biggest celebrity. Well, technically he was born in Tuscaloosa, but his great-great grandmother's second cousin once removed did summer school here, which means Kenny's basically a Brightonian! Check him out!

Scratch: When did you get a projector?

She pulls scratch out of the way as the video plays.

Kenny Star: ♪ I'm just red-blooded

Hard-working regular guy ♪ ♪ Don't need no caviar ♪

♪ Just give me

Burgers and fries ♪

♪ I ain't ever shopped

On Rodeo Drive ♪

♪ I'm just an ordinary guy ♪

♪ I'm just a sports-lovin' ♪

♪ Truck-drivin' average dude ♪

♪ I'm just an ordinary guy ♪

♪ Work in a cubicle

Ordinary guy ♪

♪ I drive a soccer carpool ♪

♪ Ordinary guy ♪

Back to molly room

Pete: Just like me!

Sharon: *angered* No! Nothing like you! Never trust a musician! They'll listen to your self-produced demo tapes, promise to make you a star, and leave you standing in the rain with an acoustic guitar and a suitcase full of broken dreams!

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