silverback gorrila vs. 300 molly ringwalds

I selfishly fantasize about having that moment....that something else. And i want this moment to occur in broad daylight, among the regular public, blossoming before them in all its splendor. I utterly CRAVE.....this moment and I want it thrust forth like a turbo-climactic denouement in a favorite all-time movie type moment. Yes, I can be singing at the top of my lungs and smiling at the same time throughout the whole number (if that's even possible). I can also be dancing upon a rooftop, parading around in a sharp tuxedo, or even twirling around a cane like it was a baton. I don't really need a half-a-million dollar camera to zoom in on me. But I do need people to join in on whatever the fuck it is i'm doing, and I would love love love it to be synchronized in such a fashion, that passersbye do point-and-awe when we flood the streets. I want it to be the way Sally moaned her brains out in that diner during lunch. Fuck man, maybe i'm just aching to scream at something and scare the living shit out of it. I'm not sure.