Panel 1 : A mosh pit at a concert. Lights stream down, music notes hover above the crowd, and one person shoves another, who breaks out of the panel. He has liberty spikes, ripped jeans, and combat boots. He wears a shirt for the band “G.U.N.” He smiles.
Panel 2: A woman hands the punk man a jacket covered in studs and spikes. He points behind himself with his thumb.
Punk: Thanks for holding my jacket! I’m going to try and beat the merch line.
Friend: Good plan! See ya soon!
Panel 3: The punk walks through the venue exit, pulling his jacket over his arm and onto himself. Music notes come from behind him
Panel 4: The punk stands beyond a belt stanchion, looking towards the merch table. A number of shirts and posters hang on the wall.
Panel 5: Another man comes into frame, and taps the punk on his shoulder. He wears a black hoodie.
Security: Hey, you going back in?
Punk: Yeah.
Security: I need you to calm down the pit, we’re getting complaints
Panel 6: Portrait panel. Medium close shot. The punk gestures with his hand, arms crossed. In the background is the merch.
Punk: I mean…
Punk: People are gonna mosh.
Panel 7: Over the shoulder view of the security guard. The shoulder is bedecked in studs and spikes, and the collar is popped (punk’s shoulder). The security guard has his arms crossed, and rolls his eyes. The architecture of the venue in the background.
Security: Yeah but I was watching and it was too crazy
Security: can **you** calm it down?
Panel 8: The punk is in the right foreground. Medium close shot. The security guard grabs the belt and points towards the exit.
Punk: Whatever man, show’s almost over anyway.
Security: Alright, get your merch and then I’ll escort you out, that what you want?
Page 2
Panel 1: Punk has stepped up to the merch counter. The security guard stands in the background, arms crossed. The punk looks over his shoulder at him.
Punk: Whatever dude.
Panel 2: The punk and the security guard are both at the steps outside. The security guard has one hand in his pocket, and the punk leans against the railing. The glass door entrance behind them.
Security: I’m sorry, I saw it get too rowdy.
Panel 3: The guard pokes on the shoulder spikes of the punk’s jacket. Punk looks at this through the corner of his eye.
Security: And these spikes?
Security: We can’t do that.
Panel 4: Close up on the punk in the foreground right, the security guard over his shoulder.
Punk: You were watchin’, **huh**.
Security: I was.
Punk: Couldn’t have watched that close, I wasn’t wearing my jacket.
Panel 5: The security guard at a medium shot, entrance behind him. He gives a blank stare.
Panel 6: In the same shot, The security guard now points off panel to the right.
Security: I need you to get off the property.
Panel 7: The security guard walks back inside, while the punk in the foreground right walks away, hiking his shoulders up as though it is cold.
Punk: Jackass….
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