INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
Two awkward teenage girls, GRETA and VEE, stand in line. A sign near them reads: "Sunday Morning Open Mic."
GRETA: Oh my pagan gods, Vee.
VEE: I know. I know.
GRETA: Oh. My. Pagan. Gods. I can’t believe we’re actually about to see Richard playing guitar.
VEE: And singing. Don’t forget the singing.
GRETA: Oh my. Pagan gods.
They make their way to a disinterested MAN seated behind a table, who is collecting money for entrance into the 'show.'
MAN: Five dollars each.
GRETA: Don’t you want to see our IDs?
MAN: This is an open mic. At a coffee shop. You don’t need IDs. Just five dollars each.
VEE: But we paid 100 bucks for them.
Vee sticks her ID in his face. He looks at her and then takes the ID and reads it out loud.
MAN: Miriam Goldwater. Born 1967. That would make you...?
VEE: Like thirty-seven years old.
The man looks at her in surprise.
VEE: I’ve aged well.
MAN: More “like” (he quotes with fingers as he says this) forty-seven years old.
GRETA: Damn it, Vee!
They both cover their mouths as they realize they have just given away their real names. The man hands Vee back her ID.
MAN: Go take a seat, ladies. The show will start in a few minutes.
GRETA: Don’t you want our money?
MAN: Just go sit!
(I broke the original record up into 2 parts.. it was just a tad too long for one record, methinks. See Part 2 below if you want to read more -- they get even more ridiculous..) ; )
Created: Mar 28, 2014katerly Document Media