Setting: A basement, water dripping from pipes above. A single lightbulb swings from a cord, flickering each time it gets jostled by a drop of water. Four people sit around the table, playing blackjack.

Cast:
Bob 1
Billy
Boaz
Bob 2

Bob 1, dealing: Rock 'n' Roll is so predictable these days. It's all either pop punk, modern rock like Creed, or nu metal.

Boaz, wincing at the 5 and King: Sometimes a band will surprise me, though, by going back to their roots.

Bob 1: Well, good for them. If they exist, though, my kids haven't found them. They insist on their Avril and Good Charlotte.

Billy, chewing on a pretzel: Ya know, my brother just bought a new cd. He grooves to it while driving. He's already had two accidents to it.

Bob 2: *smirk*

Boaz: Is anyone paying attention to the game?

Bob 1: So what is this group you're brother is sacrificing his well being for?

Billy: They're called Lucerin Blue. And he burned me a copy of the cd. Want to hear it?

Bob 1, Boaz, and Bob 2: SURE!

Billy runs out to his care and brings back a single cd. He rips "Best of Led Zepplin" out of the cd player and settles Lucerin Blue in. He pushes play.

Bob 1, scornfully: You actually let your brother listen to this crap? It's no wonder he's having accidents. It must be giving him heart attacks.

Billy: I'll have you know, Mr Smartypants, that I enjoy this cd, too.

Bob 1, Boaz: *giggle*

Bob 2: I think it's rather nice. Granted, they don't do anything new. Granted, it's just a mishmash of the cycle of current numetal and modern rock trends. But they have a certian element of catchiness.

Boaz: Who the hell cares about "catchiness" when they can listen to something talented, like Yngwie Malmsteen?

Bob 2: What!? How are we comparing Yngwie to Lucerin Blue?

Boaz, hands in air: OK! ok. My appologies.

Billy: Y'all are arguing a load of nothing. Lucerin Blue is basically just modern rock nu metal with some great sing-a-bility. They don't try to be anything more. End of story.

Bob 1, skeptically: But is that right? I mean, music needs to push bounderies. Right?

Bob 2: Hell no. Not in popular music today. All you need is a nice hair style and a flawless figure to skate by.

Boaz: Mmmm. Flawless figures.

Bob 1: Shut up, Bo.

Billy: And shut off that stupid music so we can get back to our game! Deal, damnit.