My First Script Attempt

Since Brock posted a snippet of his latest script, I thought I'd do the same with my first that I wrote in Screenwriting class. It's entitled Songwriter.

INT. CONFERENCE ROOM – DAY

Three men in business suits sit around a conference table. The room is sharp and pristine. Gold and Platinum records grace the wall along with posters of famous bands.

One of the men is Ricky Fredrickson. The other two men are in their thirties. They all look like they came out of GQ magazine. Ricky, however, has a new hairdo, much like that of someone that was at Tony’s show.

RICKY
Gentlemen, we have a new victim.
The men laugh in a greedy anticipation.

RICKY
His name is Tony DeMarco. He’s
twenty-six, a lady killer, and
building quite a reputation for
himself in the…
Ricky rolls his eyes and changes his tone to a mocking one.

RICKY (con’t)
…underground.

MARK
Wait a minute. Underground? What the hell are you thinking?

RICKY
As you all know, record sales
have dropped, slowly but steadily.
I’m under pressure to branch out,
take risks.

GARY
Hmm, OK. So what do you have in mind? Cheap production, cheap distribution, and little marketing?

RICKY
Not exactly.

GARY
So, what’s your plan Rick-O?

RICKY
Marketing the underground movement. Making it the next big thing.

MARK
The underground scene is risky.

RICKY
Not the scene, artists from the scene. Tony’s got the look. His music, however, needs to be more palatable for the masses.

GARY
Do you honestly think he’d be willing to change his music?

RICKY
I doubt it. But do we have to tell him?
They erupt in laughter.
- posted by Gabe @ 2:22 PM