Here for the party

Lavon: C'mon, c'mon...

Lavon paces with his cell phone to his ear waiting for a response to his call. No one answers.

Lavon: Dammit Toni, answer the phone...



Outside the club, a long line of would be party-goers wait anxiously. Security guards stand at the door and along the length of the cue. The head security guard, a shorter fat man with a tablet, observes the line as they wait. He turns his back to the crowd and looks down at his tablet.

Voice: Excuse me...

Guard: (head down) Wait in line like the rest, ma'am.

Voice: Actually, I was invited... I'm a guest of Lavon's.

Guard: (looks up) ...Name?

Before him, taller then he was, stands Summer in a black leather jacket over a grey top and Black shorts.


Lavon walks out into the multi-leveled main area of the club. Behind him Blitz tests out a microphone. Javis approaches Lavon...


Javis: 'Von, man This is gonna be hot! We got the system goin'. We got the guest waitin' to get in. The radio station's gonna broadcast us! Imma tell you dude... After tonight, aint nothin' gonna be the same, man!...

Lavon: Yeah... Yeah.... It's gonna be hot.

Blitz, above them on stage, leans over.

Blitz: YO 'VON!... You handle yo' crazy ass chick?

Lavon: Yo, just shut up and rap a'ight? You deal with your shit, I'll deal with my shit, O.k! I don't need nobody tellin' me how to deal with my woman! I got my shit locked down, don't worry 'bout Lavon!

Voice: Who's worried...

Lavon turns. Summer stands in the middle of the empty dance floor as the head security guard steps away from escorting her in. Lavon quickly approaches her.

Lavon: I thought you weren't coming.

Summer: I see you still put me on the guest list.

Lavon: You're always invited to my parties, babe.

Summer: I know. I wanted to surprise you. So, when's the party starting?

Music blares over the sound system. The people outside begin to get excited.

Lavon: ...Right now.

Crowds of people begin flooding the club. Lavon looks over at Javis and winks. Javis points his finger at him and gives him a look of approval. Her eyes locked on Lavon's, Summer peels off her jacket as the sea of bodies flow around them. As the radio broadcasters begin, lights flash, arms wave through the air, the bass thunders. More and more people stand waiting to get inside as the club comes alive on every level.