More Character sketches

Ok at first I was going to do a separate post fore each character but that seems stupid now.


Director

Is mega politically correct. Responds negatively to actor when he picks up a random girl on the group's night out. "Tell me about your disposable girlfriends" to one of the sarcastic guys.


Sarcastic Guys

One acts the other techs. They are both writing the play under the hopless scrutiny of rivall ideals.

They meet socially independantly of the class. In at least a couple of scenes they discuss the dynamic of the class. First quite sarcastically but later on with a sort ardour.

One has a new girlfriend every day and the other one is trying internet dating. Perhaps only mentioned in conversation and seen on the town.


Stage Director
Caged, timid, organized
Unconcerned and almost apalled with anything creative
Has a history of theater to draw upon for slapstic phsyical anicdotes.
Maybe she's trying to overcome some kind of catastrophie still haunting her from her last stage production.

Some ideas for scenes I had


Writing Meetings in which rival aestheticians pop in with their own agendas, acting sneaky and appearing one at a time. The Director might make some ridiculous changes in favour of her PC schtick.

An acting training scene in which the actors do some ridiculous ritual to get warmed up and then proceed with the "LEt-Loose acting Module" in which they enact scenes of conflict from the play over and over until they are able to truly express the anger. Professor stops in "How's it going? Oh that's great"

Director may try to describe the conflict elaboratly to communicate motivation.

Proffessor

Overly Enthusiastic

"I heard them playing with some sound effects in the production meeting and they were hilarious"

Dialogue with Music Guy
"We emulate a farfesia inside the case of a farfesia(sp)"

Shows up in most scenes with too much confidence. There could be a number of meetings of various groups and the Proffessor would show up to each and tie them together.

Second Storm

Argus: What did you have for breakfast, Lance.

Lance: I had a breakfast of Mariquana and "Four X" a piss cheap beer popular in queensland. What's that you're looking at on the internet.

Argus: Oh, its an internet dating service. I'm hoping to increase my chances in the romantic realm by having an old gander at what's available in the technosphere.

Lance: Oh that's sissy stuff.

Argus: Say what you like man, but I got lunch with a blonde buety. As a matter of fact I should probably get into the shower so that I can be properly scented on our encounter. Ta Ta.

Lance: Good ridance argus.

Sound of getting up from computer desk and closing a door to go to another room.

Lance: Internet dating that's ridiculous. Argus is sooo lame.

Sound of typing

Lance: Jeese, how tacky. Argus's interests include long walks in desolate industrial wastelands and sharing a fifth of whisky or a nice bottle of mudori rum out of the bottle.

More typing

Lance: Wait a minute, doth mine eyes decieve me or is that not the girl I fell in love with in Mrs. Sakahara's class in Second Grade. Sally Blue.

A suble flashback song begins.

Lance: Yes, it was second grade. I had a catalogue of lego products that we both peered into. Our classroom was divided into pairs of desks. I can almost see her there next to me now in the electronic representation of her face before me.


Sally Blue: I have that Lego gas station. I used to peer into it and imagine the combustable fumes spilling into flames. The little melted lego carcuses might make a nice necklace.

Flashback music comes to an end

Lance: Gee wiz, maybe I ought to get all up in all this internet dating shite.

Sound of typing as Lance speaks

Lance: Dearest Sally Blue, I have waited this moment all my life. I have always wondered what became of you. You simply must accompany me on some kind of casual excursion. By the way, this is Lance from Mrs. Sakahara's class. The lego guy. Anyhow, I shall love thee till the day I die weather or not you accept my invitation to date.

Coorespondence

Yes, very good then. I'll begin brainstorming as well. I think
internet
dating and living in studio apartments and being an unemployable artsy
college
grad are very good subjects. I'm also getting some great character
material
from my new techy co-workers. The challenge, I think, is for us to be
as concise
as possible and not forget that we're writing for radio and not for the
page.

Later, Marco

first storm

Lance entered the crowded pub with only an inkling of his place in it's microcosm. He knew only that he would meet up with the other guys push a series of buttons and sing at the proper moments.

Claire entered the pub with a different kind of eyes. Her only goal was to achieve a surten drunkenness and aquaint herself with a stranger for a period to help relieve the perseistant lonliness she had equipped over the weekend.

The bass player was negociating the setup with the sound guy so Lance approached the bar.

Lance
Hey, I'm with the band. Do we have any kind of waiver.

Bartender
Yeah you've got a few coming.

Lance
Give me a pint of anything but Seahorse Ale.

The bartender obliged accordingly and Lance set his eyes on Claire. She already had the look of about 4 standard drinks in her posture. She waved toward the bartender.

Claire
Look, I don't care what it is. As long as it's strong, quick, and easy to drink.

Sound of a drink being mixed, the sound of a blender

Claire
That's a bit pink but I suppose it will have to do.

Sound of band testing instrument volumes

As the band began to soundcheck Lance quckly drank his beer and ordered another. He carried it to the stage only spilling a little bit on the way.


Lance sings appropriate song for the soundcheck that forshadows some element of the play

Marcus enjoys golfing with tird

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