QUANTUM: Rock of Ages #1 - Page 05

DreamchildNYC on Sept. 24, 2006

PAGE FIVE (Four Panels)

Panel 1. Wide shot. Joe is pointing a spatula at NICK, chastising him a bit. NICK is ambivalent, putting cash in the till. The customer is leaving, his back is turned to us, but he’s flipping NICK off on his way out.

JOE: REAL MATURE, NICKY.

NICK: COME ON JOE. YOU KNOW I’M RIGHT. WORST DECADE EVER!

JOE: YEAH. ALL OF IT. EXCEPT “BREAKIN’ 2: ELECTRIC BOOGALOO.”

NICK: PUH-LEEEAASE!

Panel 2. Medium Shot. NICK is ringing up another customer’s receipt from a guest check into the cash register. Joe is looking up in resignation.

NICK: FATS DOMINO BURGER AND A COKE. THAT’S $6.50

CUSTOMER 2: UM…I LIKED “AFRICA.”

NICK: GOODY FOR YOU, PAL. DON’T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU IN THE ASS ON THE WAY OUT.

Panel 3. Close up on NICK, looking a little sad.

JOE (OP): WHAT’S BUGGIN’ YOU NICK? I DON’T THINK YOU BEEN HAPPY IN WEEKS.

NICK: WHAT’S TO BE HAPPY ABOUT? THE REASON SAPS LIKE THAT DREDGE UP THE PAST IS BECAUSE POP MUSIC TODAY IS BLOODY PATHETIC.

Panel 4. Zoom out a little. Joe is continuing to interrogate NICK. NICK, however, is doubled over, suddenly struck with an attack of violent pain. Please give a hint of some kind of energy emanating from NICK, particularly from his forehead.

JOE: I THINK YER JUST JEALOUS ‘CAUSE YOU CAN’T GET A BREAK. YOU BREAK MY–

NICK: AUGGHCK–

JOE: NICKY? YOU OK, PAL?