Okay, so the performing arts club at our school is going to have an open mic night, so I decided to write a little scr
ipt and have me and a few other people in it perform it. If someone could give me comments on how to improve it, it'd be great. I don't write many scr
ipts, so if it's not that great, go ahead and tell me.
Thanks.
Cast:
Emily - Just wants to watch a movie.
Grandma- An elderly woman who can easily get confused.
Boy - On a date... Easily annoyed.
Girl - On a date... Obsessed you could say.
Movie Theatre Worker: Didn’t sign up for this.
(Emily and Grandma are entering a movie theatre, they begin to walk to empty seats.)
Grandma: So what are we seeing again, Trish?
Emily: Grandma, it’s me, Emily. We’re seeing New Moon, remember?
Grandma: Is that the one with faries and unicorns?
Emily: No Grandma.
(Boy and girl enter, sitting in front of Emily and Grandma)
Grandma: Now listen you better not ruin this movie for my granddaughter and I! We came here to see a movie, not to see you guys make out.
Boy: Whatever.
Girl: Oh trust me, we won’t be doing anything to disrupt you guys!
Grandma: Better be that way, you kids!
Emily: Sh, the movie is starting.
Grandma: Why does that boy have long hair?
Emily: That’s Kristen Stewart.
Grandma: Oh, so he’s gay?
Emily: No, he’s a girl.
Grandma: Like Lady Gaga, a girl and a boy?
Emily: What? No! Hush!
Grandma: Oh, is this a strip movie? Can I take off my clothes, too?
Emily: No grandma! Please, do not.
Girl: Um... Ma'am, I can't hear the movie.
Grandma: Hey, I see a man more attractive on the screen than your boyfriend.
Emily: Grandma...
Boy: Excuse me?
Girl: If I were you, I wouldn't make him mad. He's a blackbelt.
Grandma: I used to be a blackbelt in my old days, myself! HIJA! (Begins acting like a ninja)
Emily: Grandma, I think it's time to go home, Grandma.
(Movie Theatre Worker enters)
Movie Theatre Worker: Is everything okay back here?
Emily and boy: Yes.
Girl and grandma: HECK NAW!
Movie Theatre Worker: If you guys can't quiet down, I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
Grandma: TELL THESE KIDS TO HUSH THEN!
Emily: I think it's time to go.
(Grandma pours drink on Emily.)
Emily: What was that for?
Grandma: I am not leaving! You are not the boss of me! I quit, I join football team!
(Grandma storms out of the theatre)
Okay, so the ending of "I quit, I join the football team" is an inside joke between a few people in the club, so if it seems odd, I'll take it out. I just want to see what someone else thinks.