[TULIP and LILY are in the middle of the mosh pit.]

LILY: How’s your mum?

[Tulip elbows a heavy metal fan in the larynx.]

TULIP: Coping. You know what she’s like…

[Lily knees a punk in the crotch.]

LILY: …A sweetheart like her daughter?

[Tulip head butts nine different goths.]

TULIP: Hehe.

[Curtain]

Carl Burkitt 2025