(Three guys sit around in a studio and two of them with guitars. They are all eating pizza.)
Guy #1 with guitar: (He puts down his guitar, and rubs his short blonde hair then covers his face with his hands.) Shane we've been up all night and we still need another song by the end of tomorrow. How are we gonna do this?
Shane: (now has short black hair with a short mohawk that's dyed red.) Look Alex we are this close to getting the record deal, we just need to come up with another song and nail the show tomorrow? We just need to focus.
Alex: Yeah how are we gonna do that when our writer (points to someone behind the camera) has writer's block?
(A guy stands in the corner looking out the window gives Alex a dirty look. He's wearing a black hat backwards but you can tell he has short, black hair. He has a black shirt on with jeans.)
Shane: Look guys we can't give Jordan all the responsibility, we're a band we're supposed to work together.
Alex: Yeah but he writes it we play it.
(Jordan grabs his coat, which is somewhat like his old one but a newer style, and walks out.)
Guy #4: (Starts to play his guitar) Way to go ace.
Alex: Shut up Danny.
(Starbucks is no longer busy; as a matter of fact it's empty. Angela is just standing behind the counter staring off into space when a customer walks in.)
Manager: Hello? You have a customer.
Angela: Sorry, can I help you?
Jordan: Yeah could you tell me what's good?
Angela: Oh well we have lots of choices-
Jordan :( sighs) What would you get?
Angela: Oh well in my humble opinion...
JordanVO: Wow I haven't heard that since high school. (Aloud) What was that again?
Angela: Oh the caramel frappichino.
Jordan: Alright I'll get three of those and one black coffee with 4 sugars.
Angela: Sure. Names?
Jordan: On the three caramel things uhhh Shane, Danny, and Alex.
Angela: And on the coffee?
Jordan: Jordan. (He walks to a table and lays his head in his arms.)
(Angela freezes then looks up and just stares at him for a while. When the manager walks up behind her.)
Manager: Coffee not boys.
Angela: Sorry sir.
(She turns around and makes the coffees looking over her shoulder every once and a while.)
Angela: Jordan?
(His head pops up as if he were asleep. He walks over to the counter.)
Angela: That'll be $20.
Jordan: Thanks. (He walks towards the door)
Manager: How many times have I told you to wear your name tag when you're on the floor?
Angela: Sorry.
(Jordan walks in the studio.)
Alex: Ahh he does something useful.
Danny: Man I don't see you doin' nothin.
Alex: Dude shut up I do more that you.
Jordan: God Alex shut the hell up! I'll write your stupid song.
(Jordan walks out of the room.)
(Angela is walking down the street and she pulls out her cell phone.)
Angela: You'll never guess who I just saw. (Pause) Jordan, (pause) Catalano, well at least I think it was him. (Pause) Yeah I know. Oh my god he's changed so much he dyed and cut his hair. Can you believe it? (Pause) Black. (Pause) yeah I know but he still looked good though.
(Jordan sits in a room by himself with a pen and an empty pad of paper. Danny walks in.)
Danny: Still nothin?
Jordan: Nah, I don't know what's up? (Long pause) Ya know I used to write good songs back in high school.
Danny: And the ones you write now are bad?
Jordan: No they're all right but they don't mean anything. They're not about anything or anyone.
Danny: So who is that any one?
Jordan: What do you mean?
Danny: Well there has to be a certain someone you used to write about.
(Jordan pauses then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a piece of old folded paper and hands it to Danny.)
Jordan: That's the first song I ever wrote, I never even finished it. I mean I only played it once.
Danny: Why don't you finish it and we'll play this?
Jordan: Play that? I wrote it when I was 17.
Danny: What's its title?
Jordan: (pause) "Red."
Danny: Well finish it and we'll play it tomorrow.
Jordan: That's the thing I can't finish it.
Danny: Meaning?
Jordan: (sighs) it's a long story.
Danny: Well it's either the story or staring at a blank piece of paper for a couple more hours.
Jordan: (long pause as if he were deliberating whether to tell the story or not. Then he sighs.) Back in my junior year of high school...
(Angela walks into her apartment. Rayanne comes up to her.)
Rayanne: You saw him?