Pump Up The Volume
written by Allan Moyle
Mark: Okay this is really me now, no more hiding. Listen we're all worried, we're all in pain, that just comes with having eyes with having ears, but just remember one thing it can't get any worse, it can only get better. I mean high school is the bottom. Being a teenager sucks, but that's the point, surviving it is the whole point. Quitting is not going to make you strong, living will. So just hang on and hang in there. You know I know all about the hating and the sneering, I'm a member of the why bother generation myself. But why did I bother coming out here tonight and why did you? I mean it's time, it begins with us not with politicians, the experts, or the teachers, but with us, with you and with me, the ones who need it most. I believe with everything that's in me that the whole world is begging for healing, even the trees and the earth itself are crying out for it, you can hear it everywhere. It's the same kind of healing I desperately needed and finally feel has begun with you. [he turns to Nora]
[A police chopper appears over head, interupting him; he and Nora speed off, trying to avoid the authorities. They drive through the crowd of press, fans and spectators, as Mark stands up, shouting at the crowd.]
Everyone mix it up, it's not game over yet, it's just the beginning, but it's up to you. I'm calling for every kid to seize the air. Steal it, it belongs to you. Speak out, they can't stop you. Find your voice and use it. Keep this going . Pick a name, go on air. It's your life, take charge of it. Do it, try it, try anything. Spill your guts out and say shit and fuck a million times if you want to, but you decide. Fill the air, steal it. Keep the air alive--!
[His plug is literally pulled by a FCC official. He is no longer broadcasting and the police carry Mark and Nora off to a police-car. He turns around, grinning strangely at the crowd, he takes off his glasses--becoming Hard-Harry yet again--and then shouts...]
TALK HARD!