A short video plays before the performance, showing Matthew, sitting in a chair and speaking.
“Yo, yo, yo. It’s El Scorcho by Weezer, our favorite band, and after coming down to the Bottom Lineage again after doing a week beforehand, we were set on doing something different. So if this is our last night on the show, I’d like to say, I hope you enjoy our presentation of El Scorcho. Remember kids, Winners don’t do drugs, but cool kids might, and losing is fun when you make it that way. Thanks for listening.”
elscorcho by weezer by the devil you know
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Strangely, the band doesn’t come out first, but rather a gang of giggling Japanese school-girls enter from stage left, all of whom take to the stage wearing black sailor uniforms, with pink bows tied around their necks. One of the girls however is wearing a white uniform, with a black bow around her neck.
From stage right, a gang of greasers from it looks to be, wearing black leather jackets enters. All of them snapping their fingers. One of the greasers wears a white leather jacket. Another has a sign in his hands, which he holds up for the crowd to see, it reads:
‘GANG GANG DANCE: A BAD, ONE ACT, FIVE MINUTE PLAY”
He lets the sign fall to the ground, as he pulls out another, this one reading:
‘WITH MUSIC BY: THE DEVIL YOU KNOW’
With that, from Stage Right the band enters, each with their instrument besides Julian who takes a seat at his drum-set. Behind the band is their friend Tracy Polanski who carries a sign that reads:
‘APPLAUSE’
Matthew carries a cup of water in his hand, which he sets on top of his amp before he plugs in his guitar. He clears his throat as he pulls his microphone towards himself, picking up the cup of water, and drinks it, gargling for a moment before spitting it back into the cup and setting it beside his feet.
The drumming begins as Matthew, Vincent and Lawrence all begin to strum the signature riffs to the song.
The school-girls and greasers all bend and snap as they walk towards each other (similar to West-Side Story), all except for the two adorned in white. They just stare at each other before snapping out of it, going back into the monotony of hive thought, blending in with the rest of their respective gangs.
Matthew approaches his microphone and begins to sing.
Goddamn you half-Japanese girls
Do it to me every time
Oh, the redhead said you shred the cello
And I'm jello, baby
The two different gangs dance in circles around each other, the band playing behind them.
But you won't talk, won't look, won't think of me
I'm the epitome of public enemy
Why you wanna go and do me like that?
Come down on the street and dance with me
The gangs stop and each take a member of the opposite gang and proceed to do the Foxtrot. Matthew begins to sing as the other instruments slow down...
I'm a lot like you so please, hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me
...and speed up again.
I asked you to go to the Green Day concert
You said you never heard of them
(How cool is that?)
How cool is that?
So I went to your room and read your diary
Watching Grunge Leg-drop New Jack through a press table
And then my heart stopped
Listening to Cio-Cio San, fall in love all over again
As the band slows down with their playing and Matthew begins wailing at the microphone, the gangs leave the stage, except for the two dressed in white, and they hold each other’s hands, with the Greaser lip-syncing to the song.
I'm a lot like you so please, hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me
The band speeds up, getting very fast for the bridge, as Matthew begins to spin around on the stage as he holds the microphone stand tight in his grip.
How stupid is it? I can't talk about it
I gotta sing about it and make a record of my heart
How stupid is it? Won't you gimme a minute
Just come up to me and say hello to my heart
How stupid is it? For all I know you want me too
And maybe you just don't know what to do
Or maybe you're scared to say
"I'm falling for you"
All the instruments seemingly stop as Matthew whispers the final words, the schoolgirl tightens her hands around the greaser’s.
I wish I could get my head out of the sand
'Cause I think we'd make a good team
And you would keep my fingernails clean
But that's just a stupid dream that I won't realize
'Cause I can't even look in your eyes without shaking and I ain't faking
I'll bring home the turkey if you bring home the bacon
With the whispering coming to a halt, and the rest of the instruments coming in, the two kiss at center-stage.
I'm a lot like you so please, hello, I'm here, I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me
I'm a lot like you
I'm a lot like you
I'm a lot like you
And I'm waiting
I think I'd be good for you and you'd be good for me
The playing slows to a stop, and applause fills the room as the band and the actors all bow, and head off stage.