SAMSON:
It’s a pagan bacchanalian ritual

JAYNIE:
Frenzied practice

MO:
Nocturnal escapades

SAMSON:
Violent initiation

JAYNIE:
All in celebration of the god Dionysus

MO:
God of harvest, wine, madness, and fertility

MOB:
AND THE SOOTHSAYERS SAY WE NEED A SACRIFICE
AND THE SOOTHSAYERS SAY WE NEED A SACRIFICE
AND THE SCREAMS OF THE ABUSED
SHALL BE DROWNED OUT BY THE DIN OF DRUMS AND DARKNESS

MO:
As the Dionysian followers rip the king of Thebes apart in ecstasy!
HARPER:
I’m sorry, is there ecstasy?

MOB:
I FEEL A FRENZY OF FEVER AND FIRE
MY FRECKLES ARE FRAZZLED AND DOOM IS DESIRE
AND FEVER FEELS GOOD
AND DOOM FEELS GOOD

GIVE IN TO IT ALL
GIVE IN TO IT ALL

SAMSON:
And who shall be the anointed one?

MO:
Yes who?

JAYNIE:
Who shall be the celebrated one?

MO:
Yes who?

HARPER:
Will this get me ahead?
MO:
If you want it bad enough

MOB:
CRAVING MY CRAZY I CRACK OUT AND CRUMBLE
AND I CRINGE AND I CRAWL AS THE WALL STARTS TO TUMBLE
AND CHAINS COME OFF
AND RULES ARE BROKEN

GIVE IN TO IT ALL
GIVE IN TO IT ALL

DJ:
DO YOU WANT TO FEEL CELEBRATED?

HARPER:
Of course!

DJ:
DO YOU WANT TO FEEL APPRECIATED?

HARPER:
Yes!

DJ:
DO YOU WANT TO BE GLORIFIED?
HARPER:
Well, I wouldn’t say no

DJ:
DO YOU WANT TO BE DEIFIED?

HARPER:
I am ambitious!

DJ:
DO YOU WANT TO BE REMEMBERED?

HARPER:
It’s a kind of respеct

MOB (HARPER):
BY YOUR BEST FRIENDS (Yes!)
BY STRANGERS (Yes!)
BY BOYS (Yes!)
BY GIRLS (Yеs!)
BY MEN (Yes!)
BY WOMEN (Yes!)
BY FANS AND CONSUMERS

POLITICIANS AND BREEDERS
MINDLESS BINGE WATCHING
SMARTPHONE READERS

BY CAPITALISTS AND COMMUNISTS
NOBODY BIGSHOTS
SHEEP AND CONSERVATIVES
HALLELUJAH RIMSHOTS

BY YOURSELF
BY YOURSELF
BY YOURSELF

HARPER:
Yes! Yes! Yes!

HARPER:
GO CRAZY OVER ME
ADORE ME
GET OBSESSED WITH ME

RESTORE ME
RAVISH ME
RELISH ME
RADIATE ME
ROCK ME

I NEED YOU ALL
I NEED YOU ALL
I NEED YOU ALL
I NEED YOU ALL

MOB:
I NEED YOU ALL
I NEED YOU ALL
I NEED YOU ALL
I NEED YOU ALL

The Beloved Bolometer goes nuts and eventually explodes!!

SAMSON:
I suddenly feel like all four humors are animated

JAYNIE:
Me too

SAMSON:
I just want to get closer to Harper

JAYNIE:
Me too

SAMSON:
I’d just like a piece of Harper

MO:
Harper is so great!
Harper Harper Harper Harper...

HARPER:
Actually I need a little space

MOB:
WE WANT TO LOVE THE THING THAT LOVES US WHEN WE HATE OURSELVES

WE LOVE TO HATE THE THING THAT LOVES ITSELF LIKE WE CAN’T OURSELVES

HARPER:
Hey. Hey. Just a little breathing room here

MOB:
AND THE SOOTHSAYERS SAY WE NEED A SACRIFICE
AND THE SOOTHSAYERS SAY WE NEED A SACRIFICE
AND THE SCREAMS OF THE ABUSED
SHALL BE DROWNED OUT BY THE DIN OF DRUMS AND DARKNESS

HARPER:
Fine, take everything! It’s all for you!

JANELLE:
Harper - stop, they’re hurting you

HARPER:
No, they’re not

JANELLE:
There’s a whole gym here, no need to crowd her
Let her go! Let her go! Let her go! Let her go! Let her go! Let her go!

MO:
No - that part is mine

TYE:
But I want the hair

GRACE:
I want the eyes

JAYNIE:
I want the nerve

CYRUS:
She’s got some nerve

SAMSON:
I’d like her shoes

GRACE:
I want the obvious overcompensating

MO:
I’ll take half the false confidence

JAYNIE/TYE:
Let’s split the shoulders

MO:
Divide the bad jokes

SAMSON:
I want all of the achilles heel

CYRUS:
You can have the right, I’ll take the left

JANELLE:
Well you can’t have the left!

DJ (casually):
Janelle - get away from them....

JANELLE:
She needs some room to breathe

DJ:
They’re going to get you too

JANELLE:
I can’t leave her

DJ:
Yes - you can - you’re doing so good. You’re your own person, Janelle!

JANELLE:
I’m my own person

DJ:
You’re your best friend’s equal

JANELLE:
I’m her equal!

HARPER:
Stay out of this, Janelle!

JANELLE:
Oh. Ok. Sorry

(The mob fervor builds to a fever pitch and tears Harper apart.)

(JANELLE won’t leave her side despite bacchae madness, amuck.)

JANELLE:
We’re equals. We’re best friends! Isosceles triangle!!!

(The mob tears apart JANELLE.)

(DJ hits the AIR HORN.)