Post by Danny Vice on Feb 23, 2007 19:37:51 GMT -5
The sound of the orchestra fills the large auditorium on Friday evening. The trumpets seem to hum, the strings - serenade, and the percussion drives the song along its course gently. The entire auditorium is full of distinguished guests, dressed to the nine in their finest attire. Danny and Jimmy Vice are seated in the front several rows, with an empty seat beside them, presumably for their sister Janie. Their dress is fitting for the occasion, and extremely unusual for the two brothers, who are more likely to be seen in t-shirts then three peice suits.
The song concludes with a beautiful viola solo from the evenings special guest, professional violist Kim Kashkashian. With the conclusion, the entire auditorium rises to their feet to applaud, before filing out quietly to the empty streets of some New England city. The snow falls gently next to the streetlights as Danny and Jimmy Vice walk to their car.
Jimmy Vice: I don't get it Danny, why'd we have to go to that stupid concert tonight. Neither of us are into orchestras and violas or whatever the hell that Kim Kashamasha plays.
Danny Vice: It's Kim Kash-kash-ian. And we were invited.
Jimmy Vice: No, Janie was invited, and she RSVP'd all three of us to go.
Danny Vice: It is impolite to miss something you previously said you would attend.
Jimmy Vice: Ahh, like it is impolite to smash your brother over the head with a steel chair.
Danny stops walking and gives Jimmy a stare. Jimmy finally stops, turns around to acknowledge his brothers look, and they both continue walking toward the car.
Jimmy Vice: I'm just saying, the girl just clobbers you over the head with one week, then ruins your shot at winning the next. And for what, this Thunder guy? What the hell is so great about him?
Danny Vice: That's just it, Jimmy. Nothing. And at Till Death Do Us Part, I will prove exactly that. He thinks he is so powerful, so wonderful, so intelligent, and so athletic. Thunder is nothing but a coward. He uses his money as a shield to protect the frailty which truly lies inside. He finds pleasure in the angst and suffering of others, and then hides behind the tint of his limousines windows, or the bars of the fence which guards his home. Nothing is that great about Thunder, nothing can be great about a man who preys upon the meek. And I will show that to Janie this weekend. I will show her why she is best off at home, which is the same reason we attended this show tonight.
Jimmy Vice: Danny, you need to promise me something. Ok?
Danny Vice: What is that?
Jimmy Vice: That on Sunday you remember how you feel right now when you step into that ring. That rage, that fire inside of you. The pulsing of your heart. Remember that and focus it all on Thunder. Just focus it all. Don't let anything else distract you. In fact, I will take care of the rest.
Danny Vice: I will Jimmy. You're a good brother, you know that?
Jimmy Vice: Damn right I do, I just put up with that classical music bullshit for two hours with you, let's go get us some burgers and bitches!
Jimmy tosses Danny the keys to the Hummer as Danny smiles and hops in. The car starts and drives off, but is followed closely behind by a suspicious limousine.
The song concludes with a beautiful viola solo from the evenings special guest, professional violist Kim Kashkashian. With the conclusion, the entire auditorium rises to their feet to applaud, before filing out quietly to the empty streets of some New England city. The snow falls gently next to the streetlights as Danny and Jimmy Vice walk to their car.
Jimmy Vice: I don't get it Danny, why'd we have to go to that stupid concert tonight. Neither of us are into orchestras and violas or whatever the hell that Kim Kashamasha plays.
Danny Vice: It's Kim Kash-kash-ian. And we were invited.
Jimmy Vice: No, Janie was invited, and she RSVP'd all three of us to go.
Danny Vice: It is impolite to miss something you previously said you would attend.
Jimmy Vice: Ahh, like it is impolite to smash your brother over the head with a steel chair.
Danny stops walking and gives Jimmy a stare. Jimmy finally stops, turns around to acknowledge his brothers look, and they both continue walking toward the car.
Jimmy Vice: I'm just saying, the girl just clobbers you over the head with one week, then ruins your shot at winning the next. And for what, this Thunder guy? What the hell is so great about him?
Danny Vice: That's just it, Jimmy. Nothing. And at Till Death Do Us Part, I will prove exactly that. He thinks he is so powerful, so wonderful, so intelligent, and so athletic. Thunder is nothing but a coward. He uses his money as a shield to protect the frailty which truly lies inside. He finds pleasure in the angst and suffering of others, and then hides behind the tint of his limousines windows, or the bars of the fence which guards his home. Nothing is that great about Thunder, nothing can be great about a man who preys upon the meek. And I will show that to Janie this weekend. I will show her why she is best off at home, which is the same reason we attended this show tonight.
Jimmy Vice: Danny, you need to promise me something. Ok?
Danny Vice: What is that?
Jimmy Vice: That on Sunday you remember how you feel right now when you step into that ring. That rage, that fire inside of you. The pulsing of your heart. Remember that and focus it all on Thunder. Just focus it all. Don't let anything else distract you. In fact, I will take care of the rest.
Danny Vice: I will Jimmy. You're a good brother, you know that?
Jimmy Vice: Damn right I do, I just put up with that classical music bullshit for two hours with you, let's go get us some burgers and bitches!
Jimmy tosses Danny the keys to the Hummer as Danny smiles and hops in. The car starts and drives off, but is followed closely behind by a suspicious limousine.
