A script
Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 9:41 pm
I'm a student, but I write in my spare time. I'd quite like some constructive criticism on the following script.
A band is on stage. They are about to start playing. The manager is up there and is about to introduce them.
Manager: May I present...the John Wayne Experiment!
Frontman: We're not called that anymore.
Manager: What?
Frontman: We're not called that anymore.
Manger: What are you called, then?
Frontman: We haven't decided yet.
Keyboard player runs up and takes the mike.
Keyboard: I've decided, we're called the Dead President's Society!
Crowd cheers.
Frontman: I've told you we're not called that!
Keyboard: And I've told you, we are!
They scuffle, manager breaks it up.
Manager: Does it really matter what you're called?
Frontman: Actually, yes. Yes it does matter, because we're called Club Armstrong.
Manager: No, you're not.
Frontman: Why not?
Keyboard: Cause we're not poofters that's why not!
Manager: I won't have homophobia in this band!
Keyboard: Oh yeah, and who's going to stop me? Your boyfriend?
Manager: Clarence is a pacifist and you know that!
Keyboard: Sorry. I overstepped the mark.
Manager: Yes. Well.
They look at the floor. Shot of the crowd looking confused.
Manager: Will you accept a hug from an old homosexual?
Frontman: I...I think we'd all like that.
The whole group shares a hug.
Begin Flame!
A band is on stage. They are about to start playing. The manager is up there and is about to introduce them.
Manager: May I present...the John Wayne Experiment!
Frontman: We're not called that anymore.
Manager: What?
Frontman: We're not called that anymore.
Manger: What are you called, then?
Frontman: We haven't decided yet.
Keyboard player runs up and takes the mike.
Keyboard: I've decided, we're called the Dead President's Society!
Crowd cheers.
Frontman: I've told you we're not called that!
Keyboard: And I've told you, we are!
They scuffle, manager breaks it up.
Manager: Does it really matter what you're called?
Frontman: Actually, yes. Yes it does matter, because we're called Club Armstrong.
Manager: No, you're not.
Frontman: Why not?
Keyboard: Cause we're not poofters that's why not!
Manager: I won't have homophobia in this band!
Keyboard: Oh yeah, and who's going to stop me? Your boyfriend?
Manager: Clarence is a pacifist and you know that!
Keyboard: Sorry. I overstepped the mark.
Manager: Yes. Well.
They look at the floor. Shot of the crowd looking confused.
Manager: Will you accept a hug from an old homosexual?
Frontman: I...I think we'd all like that.
The whole group shares a hug.
Begin Flame!