(Work done in Academy of Art University MPT 295: Successful Storytelling)
Using the setting of a U2 concert, pick routines related to that concert, then choose one and come up with three (3) interruptions for that particular routine. Interruptions for your routine should take the story in a new direction.
Routine: Crowd Control Security
Interruptions: No tickets
A man in a black coat
Gun shots
Mary Andrews was sitting inside her booth on concert day. Hundreds of fans lined the sidewalk and spilled out into lines in the parking lot all to get a ticket for the concert. These fans had been here since early this morning and the concert did not start for another four hours. As soon as it was time for her to start selling tickets she took a deep breath and took down the closed sign.
As the first person reached inside her purse for her wallet Mary Andrews punched in her id code into the computer. As she received the woman's money Mary pressed the key for the tickets to pop up from their slot in her table… nothing happened. Again she pressed the button…. Nothing happened.
Mary took her key and opened the door to the machine down below that held all the tickets. She gulped in horror as she realized that the tickets were not there. She turned to look out the left hand side window at the security guard standing off to the side, leaning against the wall; he the head of crowd control. To her right were many other security guards manning the turnstiles…
"We are about to have trouble if we don't find those tickets!" Mary thought to herself.
The looked again at the guard on the left, his nametag read Brian. Brian noticed the pause in the crowd and wondered why the first woman had not moved yet. He looked at Mary in the ticket booth. Mary and Brian had been friends for about two years (since they both started working at this coliseum), and he could tell that there was something wrong. He walked up to the left side of the box and she quietly told him through a little window that the tickets were missing.
Without another word Brian casually walked up to the turnstiles and the guards let him in. Mary informed the woman at the window that it would just be a few minutes more because the ticket machine was out of order. As Brian walked up the sidewalk toward the building he radioed back to the security guards that they may have trouble soon.
Inside the building, Brian's manager asked why the people were not coming in yet.
"The tickets are missing," He answered.
"If that's not bad enough," The manager replied, "A few of U2's crew came in here to get some popcorn to snack on before the show and all of them got sick. I've suspended the popcorn until we know what happened."
"You're going to have quite a few unhappy customers," Brian said.
"That is better than sick ones!"
"Ok, I'll post a few more of my crowd control guards in the concession area just in case. Do you have any idea where the tickets are?"
"No, here let me get you the stamp kit to take out there… we will use the stamps until we can find them."
Brian, with the stamp kit in one hand, headed back down the sidewalk to the ticket booth only to discover mayhem…
"What's going on?" He asked the nearest security guard.
"A large bunch of people rushed the gates… one dropped a gun from his pocket as he rushed George over here."
"Did anyone get in?" Brian asked.
"I don't think so…The police have the gun man over there." The security guard said as he pointed in the direction of a squad car.
Brian nodded and then walked over to the ticket booth to hand Mary the stamp kit.
'Thank You!' she mouthed at him through the glass.
As the ticket sales began without further problems, Brian headed back inside to re-station some of his men inside the concession arena. After he finishes placing his men and giving them their orders a thought flits into his mind.
'If there is one gunman than there might be others...'
Not wanting to think of the possibility Brian walks his rounds around the concession stand as people start pouring in. Suddenly he is pulled to the side by someone in a black coat. The man pushes Brian into a closet and turns the light on. Squinting in the light Brian tries to make out the face of his assaulter.
"We have a hint that something big is going to happen tonight!" The man in the black coat whispers urgently.
"Who are you?" Brian asks.
"Never mind that, we took the tickets to keep people from coming in… why are people in here!"
"Why did you take those tickets?" Brian demands.
"Because…"
The man breaks off as gun shots fire in the distance.
"I'm am head of U2's team of security," the man in black says as he shows Brian his badge quickly, "I need to go!"
"Yeah me too,"
Both Brian and the U2 security team leader burst out of the closet and find themselves swept off their feet by the crowd who are rushing in their panic toward the doors.