Scenario
Scene 2:
(Rebekah and Lauren are in their dorm room. Rebekah is sitting on her bed, reading the script she wrote, and Lauren is sitting at a desk, working avidly over her laptop. Rebekah stops reading her screenplay and looks over at Lauren.)
Rebekah:
What are you doing, Lauren?
Lauren:
Playing a game.
Rebekah:
What game? And aren't you supposed to be studying?
Lauren:
I'm playing Diablo, and why would I need to study? It's not like Professor Lewis is here to tell me that I need to study. Plus, we don't have to study anymore, since all we're doing is making out midterm movies now.
Rebekah:
Oh yeah, that's right. I'm worried about mine, cause I don't know who should play the parts in my movie. I know what kind of people the characters are, but I'm just so confused as to who would be able to best portray my characters.
Lauren: (sighs)
Just like the striving casting director. (becomes melodramatic) Oh, I pity you. The world just will not turn without the right characters to portray the people in your movie. It will just stop turning all together! (puts her hand, palm side up, on her forehead and play-faints onto the bed)
Rebekah: (blandly)
Ha … ha… Lauren… not funny. This is serious. I mean… it is. Yeah.
Lauren: (propping herself up on her bed)
In my opinion, I think you need a vacation. Tell you what. Tomorrow, after casting, you and I can go up to Hilltop Valley and we can do one of those all day spa things. Sound good?
Rebekah:
It would if I had any money to my name, whatsoever.
Lauren: (rolls over to her bedside table, pulls out a credit card)
Well, I have my daddy's plastic… Plus, it is an emergency. (giggles) C'mon. Please?
Rebekah:
I don't know…
Lauren:
Puh-lease?
Rebekah:
Fine… I don't know what I'm getting myself into.
*Next Day*
(Rebekah and Norman are sitting at a fold out table. People are standing in a line to try out for Rebekah's romantic comedy. Rebekah looks completely stressed out and bored, and Norman looks as if he's bored also.)
Rebekah:
Casting is such a boring part of movie making.
Norman:
I know… I remember when I was here last year, I was one of the cast members. But this year, I get to be casting director/cameraman. I love my job.
Rebekah: (laughing)
It's not a real job yet, Norman.
Norman:
I know… I can dream, can't I?
Rebekah:
I guess so. (looks up at people in line) First person in line… state your name and what role you want.
Girl 2:
Hi, I'm Elizabeth Andrews. I want the role of Isabella because she seemed to be the more fun of all the characters in the story…
Rebekah: (writing on a notepad)
Elizabeth Andrews… … Isabella… … Ok, got ya down. Next!
(next person steps up)
Rebekah:
Hold on. (looks to Norman and whispers) These people, seriously! Isabella is not the more fun of any of these characters! I swear to God! If the next person wants to be Isabella I'm gonna shoot myself.
Girl 3:
Hi… my name is Annie Lang. I want to be Isabella because she was a really funny character and I liked her sense of humor. She was almost like my best friend, Lang. She's really cool, you should meet her one day. I think she's here (looks around). Hmm.. Maybe somewhere.
(Norman looks at Rebekah. Rebekah looks at Norman and makes a gun with her left hand and pretends to shoot herself.)
*Later That Day*
(Rebekah and Lauren are driving up to Hilltop Valley. Lauren is driving, Rebekah is reviewing people for casting and trance music is playing in the CD player.)
Rebekah:
These people… I swear. Why do they always like Isabella?
Lauren:
I liked Isabella…
Rebekah:
Then maybe you can explain this to me.
Lauren:
Well, she was very light hearted and gentle. She loved everyone. She wasn't cold like Esmerelda, or Dimetrey. They were alright characters. But they only loved each other and in each other's presences were they gentle and all that mushy junk.
Rebekah:
I guess I can see where you're coming from. I based Isabella on my best friend from home… Chrissie. She was my best friend. She died last year because of leukemia. She was my best friend… and I can't help but feel guilty for her death. I wasn't there when she died. I wasn't there.
Lauren: (pats Rebekah on the shoulder, keeping one hand on the wheel)
I'm sorry, Bekah. I'm sure she's gone to that better place.
Rebekah:
It's ok. I'm over it now. How far from Hilltop Valley are we?
Lauren:
About forty-five minutes.
Rebekah:
Okay. Thanks. I really need this vacation.
Lauren:
I know. You're too stressed.
(Rebekah resumes reading stuff for casting, Lauren goes back to bobbing her head to the trance music.)
Scene 2:
(Rebekah and Lauren are in their dorm room. Rebekah is sitting on her bed, reading the script she wrote, and Lauren is sitting at a desk, working avidly over her laptop. Rebekah stops reading her screenplay and looks over at Lauren.)
Rebekah:
What are you doing, Lauren?
Lauren:
Playing a game.
Rebekah:
What game? And aren't you supposed to be studying?
Lauren:
I'm playing Diablo, and why would I need to study? It's not like Professor Lewis is here to tell me that I need to study. Plus, we don't have to study anymore, since all we're doing is making out midterm movies now.
Rebekah:
Oh yeah, that's right. I'm worried about mine, cause I don't know who should play the parts in my movie. I know what kind of people the characters are, but I'm just so confused as to who would be able to best portray my characters.
Lauren: (sighs)
Just like the striving casting director. (becomes melodramatic) Oh, I pity you. The world just will not turn without the right characters to portray the people in your movie. It will just stop turning all together! (puts her hand, palm side up, on her forehead and play-faints onto the bed)
Rebekah: (blandly)
Ha … ha… Lauren… not funny. This is serious. I mean… it is. Yeah.
Lauren: (propping herself up on her bed)
In my opinion, I think you need a vacation. Tell you what. Tomorrow, after casting, you and I can go up to Hilltop Valley and we can do one of those all day spa things. Sound good?
Rebekah:
It would if I had any money to my name, whatsoever.
Lauren: (rolls over to her bedside table, pulls out a credit card)
Well, I have my daddy's plastic… Plus, it is an emergency. (giggles) C'mon. Please?
Rebekah:
I don't know…
Lauren:
Puh-lease?
Rebekah:
Fine… I don't know what I'm getting myself into.
*Next Day*
(Rebekah and Norman are sitting at a fold out table. People are standing in a line to try out for Rebekah's romantic comedy. Rebekah looks completely stressed out and bored, and Norman looks as if he's bored also.)
Rebekah:
Casting is such a boring part of movie making.
Norman:
I know… I remember when I was here last year, I was one of the cast members. But this year, I get to be casting director/cameraman. I love my job.
Rebekah: (laughing)
It's not a real job yet, Norman.
Norman:
I know… I can dream, can't I?
Rebekah:
I guess so. (looks up at people in line) First person in line… state your name and what role you want.
Girl 2:
Hi, I'm Elizabeth Andrews. I want the role of Isabella because she seemed to be the more fun of all the characters in the story…
Rebekah: (writing on a notepad)
Elizabeth Andrews… … Isabella… … Ok, got ya down. Next!
(next person steps up)
Rebekah:
Hold on. (looks to Norman and whispers) These people, seriously! Isabella is not the more fun of any of these characters! I swear to God! If the next person wants to be Isabella I'm gonna shoot myself.
Girl 3:
Hi… my name is Annie Lang. I want to be Isabella because she was a really funny character and I liked her sense of humor. She was almost like my best friend, Lang. She's really cool, you should meet her one day. I think she's here (looks around). Hmm.. Maybe somewhere.
(Norman looks at Rebekah. Rebekah looks at Norman and makes a gun with her left hand and pretends to shoot herself.)
*Later That Day*
(Rebekah and Lauren are driving up to Hilltop Valley. Lauren is driving, Rebekah is reviewing people for casting and trance music is playing in the CD player.)
Rebekah:
These people… I swear. Why do they always like Isabella?
Lauren:
I liked Isabella…
Rebekah:
Then maybe you can explain this to me.
Lauren:
Well, she was very light hearted and gentle. She loved everyone. She wasn't cold like Esmerelda, or Dimetrey. They were alright characters. But they only loved each other and in each other's presences were they gentle and all that mushy junk.
Rebekah:
I guess I can see where you're coming from. I based Isabella on my best friend from home… Chrissie. She was my best friend. She died last year because of leukemia. She was my best friend… and I can't help but feel guilty for her death. I wasn't there when she died. I wasn't there.
Lauren: (pats Rebekah on the shoulder, keeping one hand on the wheel)
I'm sorry, Bekah. I'm sure she's gone to that better place.
Rebekah:
It's ok. I'm over it now. How far from Hilltop Valley are we?
Lauren:
About forty-five minutes.
Rebekah:
Okay. Thanks. I really need this vacation.
Lauren:
I know. You're too stressed.
(Rebekah resumes reading stuff for casting, Lauren goes back to bobbing her head to the trance music.)