The setting is a ballroom, dark and perhaps sort of dingy — think the rave in Zion from the second Matrix movie, but the difference is that instead of the audience finding it unpleasant, the ravers are the ones having a bad time. They are dancing, but their facial expressions are pained and tortured. Some are crying, some are just grimacing. A few of them have facial bruises. We pan up and find burly men holding guns in the balconies, looking serious and harshly militaristic. The band is on stage, and they are performing the song neither happily or scared — they’ve got a job to do and they’re doing it, nothing more, nothing less. The song itself should be a happy, upbeat, electropoppish type number — ideally nothing lyrically to betray the unpleasant scene.
We see the band set up, rocking behind two characters, a boy and a girl on the couch (for example; these would be the characters sung about in the song) watching television. During the first half of the video, the band is pretty much rocking like in a straightforward rock video. The couple on the couch gets marginally annoyed, as they’re trying to watch TV and a band is rocking loudly behind them.
The video opens with a couple of pre-teen girls around who are hardcore fans of the band — wearing their t-shirts; their posters all around, stuffing envelopes for the fan-club newsletter, &c. They bop around to the song and are having a grand old time. On their (official band) calendar, they see that tonight is the day of the big show.