So, I’ve been packing and getting ready for move - happening in less than 72 hours now. And I discovered that I have been writing for Script Frenzy since 2007. I found a really horrible Frenzy that I started long hand.
… Sometimes I am so surprised at how much I’ve grown in the last few years. It’s so crazy. But, since I spoke about writing last time in a home that will be only occupied by me and my cats (‘cos all crazy writers have cats), and only touched upon what I like to write, I thought I would share a bit of Spy Under the Big Top:
Open to a hotel room, looking out the window to amazing sunrise over some non-descript body of water.
It started with a tube of red lipstick and a jar of blue eyeliner. We never saw it coming.
EXT. STREET – AFTERNOON
We slowly make our way up the street, zigzagging through the people walking along the sidewalk. We stop at a stoop with ZACH and MARTY sitting on it.
So, it goes like this, Maria tells me she loves him and that she needs my help to get her together with TONY.
That sucks man. She’s practically having you at her beck and call and all she wants is Tony! (Shaking head and looking at the stairs) That woman doesn’t know what is missing in her life.
I know. I know.
Zach and Marty continue to converse, oblivious to a tall, very dark skinned-man waiting at the stoop, holding what looks like a very heavy box. ROMAN coughs loudly to get their attention.
ZACH (looking surprised):
Whoa, hey. Need help with that?
Marty and Zach stand up and help Roman up the stairs. He sets the box down at the door.
ROMAN (with thick irish accent):
Thanks. I’m new to the building.
No problem. You upstairs? (Roman shakes his head) Ah, the newbie on the lower level. We’ve been wondering when they were going to get someone into that apartment.
Work transferred me here, I would like to get a house but I travel around a lot. I’m Roman, by the way.
Nice to meet’cha. I’m Marty and this is Zach. We live in 6B and 8B respectively. Been here about 2 years now.
Roman nods and picks up the box again as Marty opens the door. He goes down the hall; we follow him into the apartment.
Int. Roman’s Apartment
Roman sets down the box and closes the door. He walks into the living area which is all ready set up with furniture. He has a computer in the corner and the music channel on the TV playing. He sits down at the computer.
The computer is all ready on and his inbox is blinking. He opens the program and clicks open the email titled: ‘Work Duty’.
Your new assignment is ready for you. It will be waiting on the fourth stool at the Native Garden Coffee House and Consignment shop, located at Celtic and Main. Be there by Friday the 13th.
This message will self-destruct before you finish this sentence.
The message deletes itself before Roman finishes reading the last sentence. He looks over at the calendar and sighs.
Time to get to work, I suppose.
Ridiculous - it’s just there. It only gets worse (— BETTER —), and I left in all/any typos and I know that are typos. I kinda just plow through the scripting, not worrying about anything. That though, is the first scene of the movie, and most of stuff is like that.
Spies, models, people who have no idea what is going on around them. I might post some more stuff from 2008 - random parts and such. =) This year should be really crazy and really fun.