I’ve never tried writing a script properly before, but I thought this would work better as a play.
ELLIE: Sat at a desk in the middle of the stage with mess at the edges but a clear veiw of her. No other props/set. Dark with a spotlight on the desk. Ellie is sitting on the desk flicking through paper as Ellie taps her pen. You aren’t going to get anywhere if you can’t even think of the first line.
Ellie: Well then why don’t you think of one.
E: You know that’s not how this works. I’m just here to annoy you until you give up. E glares at E and pushes her off the desk, pushing half the paper with her. Groans and rubs her face with her hands. E is sulkily brushing herself off. Do you even know what it’s about?
E: Getting up to pick up papers and pushing past E. You know as much as I do.
E: Sighing and slumping back down in her chair. Yep. We are. A moment of silence before E pushes the papers over and sits back on the desk, bored. E begins to tap her pen again.
E: How about this: girl tries to write a play and fails because she’s an idiot who doesn’t know how to write a play.
E: I hate you. E looks up slowly, smile spreading across her face. Wait, no, that – that could work. E looks at her like she’s insane.
E: No... No, it couldn’t.
E: Yes, yes it could. Think about it, I just have to write about my own life! This could work.
E: Unless you want a happy ending. In case you hadn’t noticed, you haven’t actually written anything yet.
E: Well... Well I can do that once I have a cast together. I’ll start writing it now and then write about each part as it happens. E is getting more and more excited and sits back up, taking the lid off her pen.
E: That’s a good idea. You can finish performing your play, get a ton of great reviews... and then write the end of the play you just finished performing. E slides on desk as she slumps down. We hear a rip and she sits up again, holding up a torn piece of paper. She scrunches it up, throws it across the stage and picks up a fresh piece, which she proceeds to tap repeatedly with her pen. You know you wouldn’t have that problem if you just used your laptop.
E: I told you, I don’t want to.
E: Quietly. Not meant to be heard. Because you said so.
E: That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard. You know I’m you, right?
E: Shut up, shut up, shut up. Describing herself. Picture a girl – brunette, glasses, cute cardigan. Straightens her cardigan.
E: Scornfully. Well aren’t we a genius. E glares at her.
E: This is going to be perfect.
