Just to let anyone who's interested keep up to date with what I'm doing!
At the moment I'm suffering withdrawal symptoms now the MA has stopped weekly lectures. True to form, I went out and joined two evening script writing classes, which I'm thoroughly enjoying. Currently working on two different stage scripts for both of those.
I'm also working on getting a few ideas together for a student film project I'm hoping to get involved in. More on that as it progresses I guess!
This is a short exercise I've been given for this week's Monday night class. They're only supposed to be short, drafty/untouched/unedited pieces, so here's what I came up with. I might have cheated slightly - not sure how 'ordinary' my task is, but we'll skip past that! Hope you enjoy :)
The brief: Take an ordinary task, which one character has experience in, and the other doesn't. Let the task drive the scene.
Two
Guys at a Bar
CRAIG and JIM are standing at a bar trying to
attract the attention of the bar lady, KELLY, who is polishing pint glasses.
JIM:
(To Craig) Oh butt, watch this en.
JIM waves his hand trying to attract KELLY’S attention.
Oi
love! I know this might sound like I’m trying to chat you up, but I’m not...
KELLY:
I
dun mind?
JIM:
Dun you?
CRAIG
elbows JIM
JIM:
Ow! I mean, could you uh, just let us
know your opinion on something? If a bloke was going to ask you out, say, on a
date...
KELLY:
Yeah...
JIM: Would
you rather he ask you out in person, or by text message?
KELLY thinks for a few moments before turning
back to her pint glasses.
KELLY:
Text.
CRAIG looks smugly at JIM and jumps down from
his bar stool, ready to leave. JIM grabs him by the arm and refuses to go.
JIM:
You what? Really? Isn’t that
a little...
KELLY:
Practical? It’s 2012...
JIM:
I
was going for un-romantic... Practical?
How is it practical?
KELLY:
It won’t make me feel awkward when I
say no.
CRAIG smirks. JIM seems to determined to
change KELLY’s mind.
JIM:
Awkward? How do you know you’d say
no?
KELLY:
I always say no. Then I wait to see
if they ask again.
JIM:
What, like a stalker?
KELLY starts putting the glasses away, ignoring
JIM. HE turns to CRIAG and sighs.
JIM:
Well, that settles it then. Get it
out.
KELLY:
Whoa now boys! Not in my pub you don’t!
JIM:
Get your phone out, Craig. Text her.
KELLY:
He’s
trying to get the date?
JIM:
What
do you mean he’s trying to get the
date? I told you I wasn’t trying to chat you up!
KELLY:
No...
that’s not what I meant... well, that changes things. Gimme some context. How
long have you known her?
JIM:
What difference does it make!
KELLY:
Do you want me to get him a date or
not?
JIM:
What
makes you think you're more capable of getting him a date than me? Just text her Craig,
say ‘do you want a drink, don’t worry
about saying no, it won’t make things awkward in work’
KELLY:
You can’t say that! You’re making it awkward!
JIM:
You’re the one saying no!
CRAIG EXITS
KELLY:
I thought this wasn’t about me!
JIM:
It’s not. It’s about Molly!
KELLY:
Molly! What kind of a name is Molly?
JIM:
It’s a nice name. Why, what’s your name?
KELLY:
I’m not telling you my name.
JIM:
I thought you liked being stalked?
KELLY:
Your friend just left.
JIM:
That’s
alright, poor git. She would have said no anyway. Bit too pretty for him, you
know?
KELLY:
Mmm. Better off sending a text then.
JIM:
Yeah.
You fancy a drink or wha?
KELLY:
Busy.
But you can have my phone number?
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