Just One Week… Part Seven
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this show. But the overwhelming creativity has overflowed and the result is what you have before you.
Authors' Note: This is written by two best friends, a blonde and a brunette… quite ironic, but we won't get into any jokes.
PART EIGHT:
Another A/N: There is a special world living inside our heads, and in it, everything on TV actually exists. So, any restaurant, coffee shop, store, etc that is in any TV show, movie, docu-drama, etc. really does exist. Also, we do not own any other shows that may be mentioned in this part or any other part of our fanfiction. And, for those of you who were wondering, no, we have not been to New York before, and once again, this is all in our heads. So, everything about New York , is completely made up in the make-believe world of our minds. Thank you to those who have reviewed our fanfic, we love hearing from you, keep it up. Once again, thank you, and good night.
Cut to Lorelai sitting at the front desk of the Independence Inn.
Lorelai: Independence Inn. This is Lorelai. How can I help you?… Oh… well then I guess… yeah… (starting to sound agitated) well, but hon-… yeah. Of course I understand, but what will I do?… you can't just-… sure. Right. So then… but… Right. Bye. (looks as the phone for a minute before hanging up.)
Michel: Why do I have the feeling that our day just took a turn from sun- kissed to hellish?
Lorelai: Because we're officially screwed.
Michel: So what are you going to do?
Lorelai: What do you mean, what am I going to do?
Michel: Well, I'm not the manager, so it's not my problem.
Lorelai: Guess again.
Cut to Lane and Rory, now sitting on the couch next to the strange man who was yelling at everyone.
Man: … so we have a part for both of you.
Lane: Really? We made it?
Rory: Can you give me some more details, please?
Man: Sure dear. You, what's your name?
Rory: Lorelai.
Man: Oh, that's a nice name.. Anyways, you will be interviewed by David for the babysitting job. And you, what's your name, dear?
Lane: Lane.
Man: Oh, that's a strange name… You will be Jennifer's choice. She'll find you at the store.
Lane: Find me? Was I lost?
Man: Hah- you're funny. Now you can both get your scripts from Blake over there.
Rory: Right, Blake. And what's your name?
Man: Pardon.
Rory: What do you wish us to address you as?
Man: You can call me Les.
Rory: Right… that helps.
Rory and Lane stand up and start walking towards Blake, who is standing by the counter.
Blake: Hi Rory, Lane. How are you two doing?
Lane: Fine.
Rory: How do you know our names?
Blake: Here are your scripts. Try and learn your lines before the official screen test with David and Jennifer tomorrow. Be here by 10 AM. Don't be late. Here are cards so that security doesn't harass you. You can hang around here for as long as you want. Coffee's free if you show your security card. Bye.
Rory: He just might be able to beat Mom.
Lane: Yeah. That man can really hold his own in a conversation.
Rory: I don't think that qualified as a conversation due to the whole one- sidedness of it.
Lane: You've got a point. We'll have to try and talk to him later, to see if he can hold up to someone who talks back.
Rory: We could have fun with that…
(muffled cell phone rings)
Lane: My goodness, look at everyone scramble to see if it's their phone.
Rory: It's rather amusing.
(phone rings again)
Lane: Now they just look stupid.
Rory: And I feel sorry for the person who's phone it is. I think everyone else is gonna
kill them.
(phone rings again)
Lane: Rory, is that coming from your purse?
Rory; uh…
Lane: Smooth moves operator.
(Rory scrambles to find her cell in her purse)
Rory: Hello?
Lorelai: What took you so long? I thought you weren't going to answer. And then I'd really be hopeless.
Rory: Slow down. Explain… Mom? Are you still there? Hello? Mom?
Lane: Is it dead?
Rory: Apparently. Batteries gone.
Lane: Who was it?
Rory: You didn't figure it out from my saying Mom multiple times?
Lane: I think you need some coffee before they take your part away.
Rory: Speaking of which, how precisely did we come to obtain roles on… what are our
roles on?
Lane: Rory- quiet, they might hear you! It'd be a disgrace.
Rory: Sorry.
Lane: We're gonna be on Friends. I think.
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this show. But the overwhelming creativity has overflowed and the result is what you have before you.
Authors' Note: This is written by two best friends, a blonde and a brunette… quite ironic, but we won't get into any jokes.
PART EIGHT:
Another A/N: There is a special world living inside our heads, and in it, everything on TV actually exists. So, any restaurant, coffee shop, store, etc that is in any TV show, movie, docu-drama, etc. really does exist. Also, we do not own any other shows that may be mentioned in this part or any other part of our fanfiction. And, for those of you who were wondering, no, we have not been to New York before, and once again, this is all in our heads. So, everything about New York , is completely made up in the make-believe world of our minds. Thank you to those who have reviewed our fanfic, we love hearing from you, keep it up. Once again, thank you, and good night.
Cut to Lorelai sitting at the front desk of the Independence Inn.
Lorelai: Independence Inn. This is Lorelai. How can I help you?… Oh… well then I guess… yeah… (starting to sound agitated) well, but hon-… yeah. Of course I understand, but what will I do?… you can't just-… sure. Right. So then… but… Right. Bye. (looks as the phone for a minute before hanging up.)
Michel: Why do I have the feeling that our day just took a turn from sun- kissed to hellish?
Lorelai: Because we're officially screwed.
Michel: So what are you going to do?
Lorelai: What do you mean, what am I going to do?
Michel: Well, I'm not the manager, so it's not my problem.
Lorelai: Guess again.
Cut to Lane and Rory, now sitting on the couch next to the strange man who was yelling at everyone.
Man: … so we have a part for both of you.
Lane: Really? We made it?
Rory: Can you give me some more details, please?
Man: Sure dear. You, what's your name?
Rory: Lorelai.
Man: Oh, that's a nice name.. Anyways, you will be interviewed by David for the babysitting job. And you, what's your name, dear?
Lane: Lane.
Man: Oh, that's a strange name… You will be Jennifer's choice. She'll find you at the store.
Lane: Find me? Was I lost?
Man: Hah- you're funny. Now you can both get your scripts from Blake over there.
Rory: Right, Blake. And what's your name?
Man: Pardon.
Rory: What do you wish us to address you as?
Man: You can call me Les.
Rory: Right… that helps.
Rory and Lane stand up and start walking towards Blake, who is standing by the counter.
Blake: Hi Rory, Lane. How are you two doing?
Lane: Fine.
Rory: How do you know our names?
Blake: Here are your scripts. Try and learn your lines before the official screen test with David and Jennifer tomorrow. Be here by 10 AM. Don't be late. Here are cards so that security doesn't harass you. You can hang around here for as long as you want. Coffee's free if you show your security card. Bye.
Rory: He just might be able to beat Mom.
Lane: Yeah. That man can really hold his own in a conversation.
Rory: I don't think that qualified as a conversation due to the whole one- sidedness of it.
Lane: You've got a point. We'll have to try and talk to him later, to see if he can hold up to someone who talks back.
Rory: We could have fun with that…
(muffled cell phone rings)
Lane: My goodness, look at everyone scramble to see if it's their phone.
Rory: It's rather amusing.
(phone rings again)
Lane: Now they just look stupid.
Rory: And I feel sorry for the person who's phone it is. I think everyone else is gonna
kill them.
(phone rings again)
Lane: Rory, is that coming from your purse?
Rory; uh…
Lane: Smooth moves operator.
(Rory scrambles to find her cell in her purse)
Rory: Hello?
Lorelai: What took you so long? I thought you weren't going to answer. And then I'd really be hopeless.
Rory: Slow down. Explain… Mom? Are you still there? Hello? Mom?
Lane: Is it dead?
Rory: Apparently. Batteries gone.
Lane: Who was it?
Rory: You didn't figure it out from my saying Mom multiple times?
Lane: I think you need some coffee before they take your part away.
Rory: Speaking of which, how precisely did we come to obtain roles on… what are our
roles on?
Lane: Rory- quiet, they might hear you! It'd be a disgrace.
Rory: Sorry.
Lane: We're gonna be on Friends. I think.