by Nathan Wada

Created on: August 16, 2009

LOCATION: On a penthouse veranda, Crater Bluffs Estates, The Moon

CHARACTERS

NATE: Born and raised on the Moon, Nate studied interstellar engineering at the prestigious Mercury Institute of Technology (MIT) and was recently hired as Director of the Galaxy's Terrestrial Observatory.

ELVIS PRESLEY: Nate's childhood friend. They attended the same elite prep school before Elvis went to an internship on Earth where he frittered away his time with dilettante and frivolous pursuits.

BACKGROUND: Nate and Elvis' first reunion since returning from their respective "studies abroad."

(Nate and Elvis are milling around on the veranda of Nate's skyrise apartment and reminiscing about their experiences. Earth's North and South American continents are visible from the Moon.)

NATE: (observing Earth) Look at it. Inconsequential, retrograde, dusty little pebble. They still drive cars down there, don't they? Savages!

Man, you were valedictorian, why'd you choose EARTH of all places?

ELVIS: Look buddy, not all of us get to be MIT legacies. There are fiscal realities for us proletariat, y'know?

NATE: Please, you can stop trying to hide the fact that you got offered a full-ride to Callisto. It just shocked us when you decided to defer your education for THAT: residence amongst the most primitive, oblivious, logically-fallacious rat-pack assemblage of primates in the known universe.

So what'd you do down there anyway that was worth postponing the education of one of the most brilliant students to ever come out of Leonard Nimoy Academy?

ELVIS: Hehe, get this: So I was supposed to go down there and be President of what was supposedly the most relevant nation on Earth, this backwater called "America," right?

But Air Venus messed up my flight - by the way, don't ever fly Air Venus if you can help it - and instead of landing on the East Coast of America I ended up in this little town called "Tupelo, Mississippi."

So anyways, back when I was there Americans were all up for this prosaic dreck called "Rock and Roll," which is kinda like the stuff the hillbillies on Saturn were listening to 30 lightyears ago.

So I says to myself, I says: "I've got three weeks before my internship is supposed to start in earnest. WHAT IF I just fool around with this Rock music thing for a while and just write it up as "anthropological research?"

NATE: (interrupts Elvis) Dude, Elvis, you are NOT telling me that you pulled a Shatner!

ELVIS: Hahaha, say hello to the "King of Rock and Roll,"

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