M.I.A.

The lights go down. Three huge t.v. screens illuminate to show what appears to be found footage of a chinese TV broadcast. A bald man sits behind a podium speaking into a microphone. "My countrymen! I have nothing but contempt for you. This worthless country and this system are supported by no one but you. To be more precise, the majority of you are my enemy...if you think an election will change anything you are very wrong. In the end, elections are just a festival for the majority. There is no chance, but to destroy this worthless country that they control. No ammount of reforms will help us." The lights go down again. BASS, and then...Maya. Speakers blast and images, altered in classic M.I.A. fashion flash across the screens. Overhead lights of alternating blue, purple, red, green point out, almost blinding the auidence. Three shilouettes, one DJ, and smoke fill the stage. More bass. Gunshots. Hot fire...