Monday, November 12, 2012

11/12/12

During Hurricane Sandy, I began to write my first short play. The usual pattern with a writer is to start small and progress, but I think I may have skipped a step, so I am going to work on this for a little while, and hopefully have a reading within the next 2 weeks. 

By the way, the lines represent a break. These are random lines that I want to use in the beginning and end of the play.








NICKY
Don’t call me Nick. My name is Nicky. Kind of like my sister, Nikki, you know, your ex girlfriend, but not Nikki with an I, Nicky with a Y. Short for Nicholas, not Nicole. Nicky. Got it?
A.J.
Um…
NICKY
Good!

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NICKY
Oh and I’m sorry about you and Nikki, by the way. You guys made a really cute couple.
A.J.
Um, thanks?
NICKY
You’re welcome. (Pause) She told me what happened by the way. You know, why you guys broke up.
A.J.
Oh, really because she never told me.
NICKY
Yep. She said you were way too boring for her, never wanted to go out and have fun. She would ask you to take her out, but you just liked to stay in your basement and play World of Warcraft. (Pause) So is it true?

A.J.
Is what true?
NICKY
Are you really that vanilla?
A.J.
Vanilla?
NICKY
You know, vanilla? Boring? Unexciting? Bland? Insipid? Dull? Plain Jane? Debbie Downer? Tidy Widy? Plain White Tee?
(Takes long dramatic breath)
As interesting as a…
A.J.
I got it.



NICKY
I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have brought it up.
(There is a slight pause. A.J. opens his mouth to answer)
I mean, it’s not your fault your such a hermit, right?
A.J.
Can we just focus on the script please?
NICKY
Surely, Kermit the Hermit.
(Looks down at the scarf on the ground next to him)
Oh look! Nikki left her scarf here!
(NICKY  puts on the scarf and attempts to do a model pose, but fails miserably.)
(In a fake British accent) How do I look?
A.J.
You look like an ass.
NICKY
Am I a good looking ass?
     (A.J. throws script onto the ground and groans)
What’s the prob Bob?
A.J.
You! You’re the “Prob” (Puts air quotes around “Prob”) Is everything a joke to you?
NICKY
Well, I…
A.J.
Don’t answer that. Just sit down, shut up, and let’s go through the script. Okay?
(NICKY does a “zip my lips” motion)

A.J.
 (Exhales) Thank you. Now let’s start from where we left off on page 5.
(A.J. starts shuffling through the script, while NICKY just stares at it in confusion. He throws the script onto the floor, and stands up.)
NICKY
You know what? I’m not sorry. Screw you.
A.J.
That’s not the line!





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A.J.
Arnold Jefferson.
NICKY
Huh?
A.J.
My first name is Arnold and my middle name is Jefferson.
(A.J. smiles and walks out of the room, closing the door behind him. NICKY is silent for a few beats.)
NICKY
Arnold Jefferson?!?!?!
(NICKY dies of laughter as the lights go down.)








Reflection: I think I deserve a 100 for this post. I spent my entire week without power working on this by candlelight and notebook. Being stuck in your house in the dark really gets the creative juices flowing. I really like the direction with this. It is a much lighter story than the screenplay, and hopefully this may be something than can be produced in the near future.

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