Tuesday 30 November 2010

Screenplay 2

Int. In a Gig

Nice gig place. Black is the dominant color. ear splitting noises. not the rock and roll kind. The Throbbing Gristly kind.

Stu
I don't know if this would be a nice place for a fucking conversation.

Macy
It's quiet now. You don't need to fucking yell.

Stu
Just a lull. It would be ear splittingly nice in a jiffy.

Macy
But it isn't now.

Stu
Why the fuck are we here?

Macy
Just need to interview....

Stu
Lou?

Macy
Not Lou. That new band.. or monicker.. or whatever

Stu
I'll be over there.


Macy continues to wade to the crowd finally meeting up with the band.


Macy
Hey.

Seb
I know you. Noise fanzine. Ya giving us an interview?

Macy
Probably (smiling). So, what's this shit about?

Seb
Noise. Fucking noise.

Macy
I heard Crimson and clover somewhere.

Seb
Drowned in noise. So that's the beauty of it. You get fucking tired of people gloss-ing up all the time.

Macy
Gloss-ing up?

Int.
Shot of Stu motioning at Macy

Macy
What the fuck does he want now?

Seb
Boyfriend?

Macy
What? Friend. Part genius part psycho.

Seb
He's with that band. Brain Stu. I think.

Macy
Haha. (Loud laughter) Lamest band name ever. Fuck. I'll just be there.

Walking over to Stu with the wicked grin.

Macy
Brain fucking Stu

Stu
Yup. Lame name for a lame band. Weird. It shoud've died by now. maybe we left a fucking impression.

Macy
Perhaps. You leave shit wherever you go.

Stu
And you're suppose to return it.

Lou wades trough the semi-crowd. Walks towards the two.

Lou
Hey fanzine girl. offering her hand. No offense meant. Macy right?

Macy Nodding
Hello. Seen ya two weeks ago with that other outfit. Not this one.

Lou
It's the same one. Anyone can play. People comes and goes. I'm the Mark E. Smith (smirking)

takes a sip of beer from a paper cup.

Stu
Hey. I'll just be there. I need a refill.

Lou
We'll, that's Stu. Always the sociable one.

Macy
Saw you on the drums a while back. Not really sure when.

Lou
The drummer days. I still do. You just caught us at the wrong time. I did drums all year last year.

Macy
Well. There goes my research.

Lou
Why not write for a... I don't know... something..

Macy
A magazine.. I am. Pays the bills. I'm doing this for me. The lost art of music journalism.

Lou
Rolling Fucking Stone

Macy
Inaudible voice

The band just started their set. Part aircraft noise. Part chain saw. Part Puccini with a singing soprano.

Lou
(lips moving) Fucking brilliant.

Macy
Smiling

Lou caught Macy smiling at her. She takes a sip again smiles back. Exchanging half smiles.