Fade in to empty club. A strange goth dressed in velvet with huge pinkish hair comes slowly into view. He seems somewhat puzzled, and rather drunk. He pokes Shawnee with his finger. The girl groans; this frightens the fuzzy goth boy and he prods her again. Shawnee sits up and stares at the strange fellow. She tries to figure out where she is and what has happened. Her clothes are torn; she's bruised and disheveled.
The strange goth steps back and grabs a bottle of hooch, which he swigs from generously. Shawnee watches him as he staggers warily and begins poking her with the bottom on the bottle.

Shawnee: Cut it out!
She stands up, and the goth quickly backs away.
Shawnee: I'm not gonna hurt you.
Shawnee looks around at the empty club, and at the rubbish all over the floor. She uprights a chair and sits down, with a sigh.
Shawnee: Well, looks like I'm stuck here. Trouble is, I don't know where here is.
She puts her head in her hands to rub away some of the headache. She looks over at the watchful little goth and pulls up a chair next to her.
Shawnee: Well, maybe you can help me. Come on, sit down.
Fuzzygoth holds his bottle up warily and mumbles incomprehensably. Shawnee pats the chair.
Shawnee: I promise I won't hurt you. Now come here.
Fuzzygoth: Brrwannaaa umm fllgggrph?
Shawnee: Ummmm... All right... You want something to eat?
She takes a packet of crisps out of her pocket and offers it to him. Fuzzygoth takes a step backward, pauses, then moves cautiously toward Shawnee, mumbling in his strong Glaswegian accent.

Fade in to backstage. Simon Price walks down the hallway, flanked by two men in suits. He opens a door leading to the box office where he is met by a secuirty guard and Cleggy. The young goth gazes at Price with complete calm.

Security guard: This is a goth we found buying a ticket to the show. Although he denies it, I believe there may be more planning to attend, and I request permission to conduct a further search of the area.
The guard holds out Cleggy's bag.
Security guard: He was only carrying this.
Price looks at Cleggy, turns away and faces the security guard, taking the bag from the guard.
Price: Good work. Leave us. Conduct your search and bring his companions to me.
Security guard: Yes sir.
The guard and suits withdraw. Price and Cleggy are left standing alone backstage. The sounds of the set crew filter in upon them.
Price: The Pale Emperor has been expecting you.
Cleggy: I know, techno-goth.
Price: So, you have accepted the truth.
Cleggy: I've accepted the truth that you one enjoyed dark and strong music with melodies and meaningful lyrics.
Price: (turning to face him) That music no longer has any meaning for me.
Cleggy: It is the music that truely pleases you. You've only forgotten. I know there is good taste in you. The Pale Emperor hasn't driven it from you fully. That is why you couldn't destroy me. That's why you won't bring me to your Emperor now.
Price looks down from Cleggy to the walkman in his own lace-gloved hand. He seems to ponder Cleggy's words.
Price: (indicating bag) I see you have amassed a new music collection.
Price looks through the bag, examining the occasional LP and CD.
Price: Your skills are complete. Indeed, you are talented, as the Pale Emperor has foreseen.
They stand for a moment, then Price hands him his bag.
Cleggy: Come with me.
Price: Java-G once thought as you do.
Cleggy steps close to Price, then stops. Price is still.
Price: You don't know the power of the techno side. I must obey my master.
Cleggy: I will not turn...and you'll be forced to kill me.
Price: If that is your destiny.
Cleggy: Search your feelings, Simon. You can't do this. I feel the conflict within you. Stop listening to that crap.
Price: It is too late for me, Andrew. The Pale Emperor will show you the true nature of Goth. He is your master now.
Price signals to some distant men in suits. He and Cleggy stand staring at one another for a long moment.
Cleggy: Then Goth is truly dead.

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