This fanfic is written in the style of an actual script for Victorious. I wanted to try and write something that was more in line with what might actually be seen on the show if it was still being produced. I have several others in the works as well!

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This "chapter" covers the COLD OPEN and ACT I. ACT II coming later this week!

VICTORiOUS

"THE ELECTION"

ORIGINAL SPEC SCRIPT

Screenplay by BELLWETHERCOUNTY

**DISCLAIMER**

This script is not intended to push any particular political agenda or endorse any particular political party/philosophy.

COLD OPEN

INT. HOLLYWOOD ARTS (SIKOWITZ CLASSROOM) – DAY

MR. SIKOWITZ STANDS ON THE DAIS IN FRONT OF THE CLASS. THE WHITEBOARD BEHIND HIM IS COVERED IN VARIOUS SCRIBBLINGS AND DOODLES, MOST PROMINENT IS AN AMERICAN FLAG.

MR. SIKOWITZ: - and that is how famed Hollywood Arts donor Ronald Wilson Reagan won the 1984 election in a landslide over challenger Walter Mondale, sweeping every state except for Minnesota and Washington D.C. Now, as we all-

CAT: (interrupting) - ooo! This one time, my brother got sent to live on a farm in Minnesota. I assumed he got to play with goats and sheep and chickens but my parents said it wasn't that kind of farm...

MR. SIKOWITZ STOPS SPEAKING; SEVERAL HEADS TURN TO LOOK AT CAT WITH CONFUSED EXPRESSIONS.

MR. SIKOWITZ: ...well that was a useless waste of everybody's time.

JADE NODS AGREEINGLY AND GOLF CLAPS. CAT SLUMPS BACK IN HER SEAT, DEJECTED.

MR. SIKOWITZ: Now, as we all know, our votes mean next to nothing in this so-called "United States" and the fat-cats in Washington run things through secret back-room deals with the Turkish, Hungarian, and Colombian governments in a bunker located deep beneath the Atlantic Ocean.

THE CONFUSED EXPRESSIONS NOW FOCUS ON MR. SIKOWITZ.

ANDRE: How do you know all of this?

MR. SIKOWITZ REALIZES HE HAS SAID TOO MUCH.

MR. SIKOWITZ: ...I have my sources.

MORE CONFUSED EXPRESSIONS.

MR. SIKOWITZ: But that is exactly why we will be hosting our own student body elections over the next six weeks. You, the people of Hollywood Arts, will choose the next Hollywood Arts student body President. During the race, the President chooses his or her Vice President and, upon election, his or her own cabinet. You serve for a term of exactly one year.

SIKOWITZ PRODUCES A SHEET OF PAPER ENTITLED "CANDIDATE SIGN-UP"

MR. SIKOWITZ: I will be posting this sign-up sheet on the corkboard in the commons. You have until next Monday to enter the primaries. Our first round of voting will be that Friday. The top three vote-getters will then choose their running mates and advance to the general election. The final vote will happen on Tuesday the 3rd.

JADE: (not looking up and nonchalantly picking at her nails) Oh boy, a giant popularity contest where the most vapid and self-centered attention-hogs try to out-do each other and compensate for their many failures in other areas of life.

REX: (in a teary-eyed, choked-up voice) God bless America!

END OF COLD OPEN

THEME SONG: "MAKE IT SHINE" (VICTORIA JUSTICE)

ACT I

SCENE TRANSITION

EXT. HOLLYWOOD ARTS (ASPHALT CAFE)

THE GANG SITS AROUND A TABLE, EATING LUNCH.

ROBBIE: So is anybody here actually thinking of running?

TORI: I was considering it...

ANDRE: Really?

TORI: Yeah! It kinda sounds like fun. And anything's better than our current President.

BECK: Trump?

TORI: What? No, well, I mean, yes, obviously, but what I m-

BEFORE TORI CAN FINISH HER SENTENCE, TRINA APPEARS ATOP THE BALCONY ABOVE THE COURT WEARING A SASH READING "MADAME PRESIDENT" AND BLARING "HAIL TO THE CHIEF" FROM A PAIR OF BLUETOOTH SPEAKERS.

AN ATTRACTIVE BRUNETTE STANDS BESIDE HER WEARING A SASH READING "MADAME VICE PRESIDENT".

EVERYBODY TURNS TO LOOK AT THE PAIR. A ROLLED UP BANNER HANGS ALONG THE RAILING.

TRINA: (through a megaphone that is turned up to maximum volume) My loyal subjects!

NOBODY REACTS.

TRINA: As your reigning student-body President, I would just like to say that the past year has been nothing short of amazing!

SILENCE STILL, SAVE FOR A FEW LONE CLAPS.

TRINA: Thank you, thank you.

SHE WAVES TO THE APATHETIC CROWD.

TRINA: The amount of love that you have shown me as your fearless, beautiful, talented, beautiful leader has been incredible. And that is why I, Trina S. Vega, am officially announcing my glorious re-election campaign for the coming school year!

SHE PULLS ON A STRING AND UNFURLS THE PREVIOUSLY ROLLED-UP BANNER ALONG THE BALCONY RAILING. THE ELABORATELY DECORATED BANNER READS "TRINA 2020" WITH THE SLOGAN "SHOW ME YOU LOVE ME AGAIN!" BENEATH IT.

THE UNVEILING IS MET WITH SILENCE, SAVE FOR A FEW UNDERWHELMING CLAPS.

TORI TURNS BACK TO THE GANG.

TORI: Remind me. How and why did you people elect *her* as your President?

BECK: We have Alexa Tanner and Lisa Robinson to thank for that.

TORI: What? How?

BECK (to Tori): Well, last year's general election had Alexa, Lisa, and Trina as the candidates. Alexa and Lisa were the clear frontrunners. Trina was...a pretty long shot.

ROBBIE (chiming in): Long shot is being polite. During the first debates, she answered the question "if elected President, what would your first priority be on day number one?" with "transfer the ugly kids to another school".

BECK (to Tori): She was polling in the single digits with a week to go before the vote.

ANDRE (chiming in, to Tori): Yeah, but then a bunch of texts got leaked that Alexa had sent to her boyfriend where she called Hollywood Arts a trash heap and that the students were a "basket of idiots"...plus some more colorful stuff.

ROBBIE (to Tori): And it turned out Lisa had was paying a bunch of students here to vote for her.

REX: Heck yes, she did. I got five bucks.

BECK (to Tori): So then on election day, a ton of students voted for Trina out of protest.

CAT SHAKES HER HEAD.

CAT (to the group): Not me. I wrote in Daffy Duck on my ballot.

ONCE AGAIN, CAT'S COMMENT DRAWS CONFUSED LOOKS FROM THE REST OF THE GANG.

CAT (meekishly): I like his immigration policies.

TORI BRIEFLY WIDENS HER EYES AND SHAKES HER HEAD BEFORE RESUMING THE CONVERSATION.

TORI (to Beck): So Trina really won by that much?

BECK (to Tori): Oh no, she got a lot more votes than she would have otherwise, but she still only won by a super-narrow margin.

TORI SMIRKS.

TORI: (sarcastically) Well at least she took that as a humble victory and didn't let it go to her head.

SHE GESTURES TO THE SLOGAN ON THE GIANT TRINA 2020 BANNER HANGING ABOVE THEM.

TORI: So! Would I have your guy's votes?

ALL NOD IN AGREEMENT EXCEPT FOR JADE.

TORI COCKS HER HEAD DISAPPROVINGLY AT HER.

JADE: I'm a non-voter. Student government is for losers.

JADE PAUSES.

JADE: Hey, that actually sounds perfect for you!

TORI ROLLS HER EYES.

SCENE TRANSITION

INT. HOLLYWOOD ARTS (COMMONS) - DAY

TORI WRITES HER NAME ON THE SIGN-UP SHEET AS ANDRE, CAT, AND ROBBIE/REX LOOK ON.

CAT: Yay, Tori!

ROBBIE: The beginnings of our hottest President yet.

TORI FLASHES ROBBIE A DISGUSTED EXPRESSION.

ROBBIE (to Tori, pointing at Rex): ...he said it. I tried to stop him.

TRINA ROUNDS THE CORNER – STILL WEARING THE "MADAME PRESIDENT" SASH. A GROUP OF WELL-DRESSED STUDENTS (HER ADVISORS) HOLDING CLIPBOARDS FOLLOWS CLOSELY BEHIND.

SHE CROSSES HER ARMS.

TRINA: (disdainfully) So. The snake comes out of the grass - my own sister running against me. Well good luck with your little coup because this school and its students love me.

TORI: Really? Because the last time I checked, your polling numbers were in the garbage. Don't you have something like a ten-percent approval rating?

TRINA: Those polls are obviously rigged against the beautiful and the gifted.

TORI: Or it could be that executive order where you tried to abolish all future elections and make yourself (clears throat and speaks in deep and haute tone): "Eternal Queen of Hollywood Arts".

TRINA STARES BLANKLY AT TORI. SHE SEES NO ISSUE WITH THIS.

TRINA: Yeah? And?

ONE OF TRINA'S ADVISORS WHISPERS SOMETHING IN HER EAR. TRINA WHISPERS BACK. THE ADVISOR BRISKLY WALKS AWAY AROUND THE CORNER.

ROBBIE (to Trina): What was that?

TRINA (to Robbie): Sorry puppetmaster, that's classified. It's super important school president business that's of school security concerns.

THE ADVISOR'S HEAD POPS AROUND THE CORNER.

ADVISOR 1: Wait, Madame President? Did you want that with caramel or chocolate?

TRINA THINKS FOR A MOMENT.

TRINA: ...let's go with caramel.

SHE TURNS AND WALKS AWAY OFFSCREEN, HEELS CLICKING, HER TEAM OF ADVISORS IN TOW.

REX: Truly a woman of the people. A VERY ATTRACTIVE woman of the people.

TORI GIVES ROBBIE THE SAME DISGUSTED LOOK AS BEFORE.

ROBBIE (to Tori, pointing at Rex): ...again, he said it, not me.

ROBBIE QUICKLY CHANGES THE SUBJECT.

ROBBIE (to Andre, Cat, and Tori): Hey! Let's go grab some sushi to celebrate Tori's campaign!

CAT: That sounds great! Tori?

TORI: Sure! You two go ahead. I just need to grab something out of my locker.

ROBBIE, CAT, AND ANDRE WALK AWAY TOGETHER. THEY PASS BY JADE MAKING A BEELINE FOR THE SIGN-UP SHEET.

IN FRONT OF TORI, JADE TAKES A PEN AND WRITES HER NAME ON THE FORM. TORI IS SHOCKED.

TORI: Jade! I thought you said that student-body government was for losers.

JADE: Oh. It is.

TORI (puzzled): So...then why—?

JADE: - because becoming President would make you happy. And I just can't have that. So I run in the primaries, take votes away from you, and keep you from achieving that happiness.

TORI FROWNS.

TORI: But...being President could be a huge plus on my college applications!

JADE FEIGNS DEEP THOUGHT.

JADE: Huh, I hadn't considered that. And you're right, you REALLY don't have much else going for you...

TORI NARROWS HER EYES AND GLARES AT HER.

JADE: Eh, that unhappiness is too far in the future. I could be enjoying your unhappiness much closer to now.

TORI: You know? You're pure evil sometimes.

JADE SMIRKS.

JADE: Yeah, I've always been told I'd make a good politician.

JADE WALKS AWAY, LEAVING BEHIND A VISIBLY-ANNOYED TORI.

TORI (yelling after Jade): Do you WANT Sinjin as President? Because this is how we end up with Sinjin as President!

FADE TO BLACK

END OF ACT I