The Mudcat Café TM
Thread #139431   Message #3200368
Posted By: GUEST,Guest from Sanity
02-Aug-11 - 04:10 PM
Thread Name: BS: Let's write a truly bad piece of fiction
Subject: RE: BS: Let's write a truly bad piece of fiction
SCENE# 3

MICHEAL'S STUDIO

Michael enters, Scott at piano,..Richard looking over music charts.

                                     SCOTT
                   How's Heather?

                                     MICHAEL
                   Haven't seen her yet.

                                     SCOTT
                   How's Joy??

                                     MICHAEL
                   Don't know, I barely see her in passing.

                                     SCOTT
                   I leave tomorrow night…I'll be gone for a week or two.

                                     MICHAEL
                   Swing by when you're back..I should be done by then

                                     RICHARD
                                    (impatient)
                   That would be nice…I thought you said it would be only a couple of days..been over a week

                                     MICHAEL
                     I'm going as fast as I can… funny thing though, there's a strangeness about that place. I start
                     working, then I get hit with an odd feeling… and I just stand there like a spaced zomboid.

                                     RICHARD
                     Don't get TOO spaced out.. You have a couple of laser projects waiting to get started. Just keep
                     banging it out. ..you can't afford to get sidetracked, and waste time.

                                     MICHAEL
                     No problem.. I'll just use whatever is 'zoning me out' to inspire me to write SOMETHING
                     altogether NEW… you watch! .. What have you done today?

                                     RICHARD
                      I just got in.. Thought I'd go over these charts.

                                     SCOTT
                      Not much…. Just tinkering around on the piano. You think I'm thinking about Heather? I'm not.

Michael rolls his eyes, shakes his head, sighs, as to say, "Yeah, sure!"

GfS