INT. Night - Pad
close up of someone smoking. a girl. you could see it by the shape of the lips. Unless the guy is Mick Jagger or Steven Tyler.
She's propped up pillows on her back reclining against the wall. Writing something in a cilpboard and paper. She should've gotten a laptop but it affects her creativity.
Takes a long drag and place the cigarette in a makeshift ashray made of a recentry drank beer can. Then reached for a tape and placed in the player
Velvet Underground starts playing.
Stumbles at an unlabeled tape just with the initials TTL.
TTL. Whatever the fuck it means. (she says mumbling). Hmm. Must be Lou’s. Lou fucking Torres. Weird, lazy and fucking brilliant. (mimicking some brit in a pub)
Lou is a girl. Damn right. Weird, lazy and fucking brilliant.
Placed the tape in the player. A few second of silence then a weird sound came out building up. on and on until it became unbearable noise. Unbearable noise for some. Well actually for a lot of people.
FADE TO BLACK
INT. - Pad - NIGHT
Macy gets up. Going nowhere actually since the apartment is one room with everything she needs in it.
Actually, she goes across the room and makes a fresh cup of black, bitter coffee. No effort whatsoever. Just pour hot water. It's not even a mixture. It's just umm coffee.
Goes back to the corner and as she goes to write something there was a knock on the door. Angry knocking.
She gets up slowly trying to piss off the knocker whoever that may be. Opens the door sarcastically smiling.
Can I use your bathroom?
You should be asking, can I come in?
Really, I'm not kidding.
Still in her black knickers
Runs to the toilet even though it's just a few steps from the door.
And away he goes.
Fuck you, Stu. Clean the fucking seat when you're done.
Stu emerges from the bathroom after twenty seconds.
Still in her knickers.
Well, you look like shit. As always.
She's been comfortable with him coming in and out the flat. He is just there for her. He and his useless thinking.
He is about to light up.
Hey, no smoking.
Gives her the finger.
(sarcastically) Like, yeah.
She tugs his shirt and pushes him out.
He looks back and tries to say something.
Would you happen to have a tape with TTL written on it?
No. And get the fuck out, Stu. Aren't ya supposed to be working?
And what's that shit playing? Sure ain't The fucking Beatles. Aw, c'mon. Lou needs that shit she erased the whole fucking demo on her computer. That fucking pothead.
You know Lou?
No, I'm antisocial, remember? Of course I do! Hello, band mate. Do you always pay attention when I talk?
She releases him. He goes inside.
Okay, I won't smoke.
What do you think of the tunes? Noises or whatever?
Spoken, monotonous with background quirky sounds. Lou said when I interviewed her.
Macy and Stu in unison.
Music is fucking secondary.
It's all about offending people or to the same effect.
Well, we're kinda bandmates. Before, we were. She kinda duped me with some cash. That fucking pothead.
No! (meaning really) How much?
Enough to piss you off.
She is looking for some skirt or something. She is still in her knickers. But he didn't notice. He was still rummaging through the box with tapes and CD's.
Could you hand me that hanger?
I'm actually offensive in my knickers
I thought it was either an oversized t-shirt or an extremely short skirt
She blurts out a half-laugh as Joy Division's AutoSuggestion plays