WTCF Script

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1. When the Curtain Falls by Nash Tanabodee Email: nashnatta@gmail.com
2. LAL Buried in the ashes, I was born of a flame. Ice filled my veins, but everyone knew my name. Match cut of montage based on a similar visual of the performance stage and tv store. Stage curtain opening, and IRA tears her drafted novel apart. INT. TV STORE - CLOUDY AFTERNOON - PRESENT - ​ ​ LAL Don’t do that! What’s wrong with it? IRA Maybe I shouldn’t have quit dancing. Ira slumped on her desk full of crumpled paper. Lal looks at Ira, concerned. Lal gazes at Ira’s pen. It has a lot of wear from her using it. ​ ​ ​ ​ LAL You still use that pen? Ira turned her head to look at the pen. IRA It just feels right. LAL Should I get you a new one? That one is starting to leak. Lal said softly. She has a mellow smile on her face. Lal turns to look at their duo dance poster on the wall. IRA I just like this one. Silence falls upon them as Ira stares at the poster and picture on the wall while Lal looks at Ira. Lal alarm rang. LAL shoot I gotta go! Don’t forget channel 7 at 9 alright? ​ ​ ​ ​ IRA ​ ​ You got it boss.
3. Ira lifts her head up and waves at Lal. Lal gets up. As she is about to leave, ​ ​ ​ ​ LAL Hey… I'm glad you didn’t forget. Ira is confused and Lal leaves. Ira picks up the pen. CUT TO: INT. DRESSING ROOM - PAST - Ira dropped her pen down in a trashcan full of papers next to the vanity table. We could not get a clear look at Ira's face. Lal popped in the door blocking the light from the hallway. LAL you ready? We’re up in te- what’s that? Ira hid her hand stained with ink behind her she fidgeted with it, trying to get the stain off her hand. We see her face react thru the mirror reflection IRA Don’t worry about it. Let's rehearse section 9 again. Ira turned and played the recording of the dance song. Ira picked up her staff. Lal saw Ira's pants stained with ink and looked at the paper and pen in the trash. She says nothing. The narration/song fade into the next scene. NARRATION The blinding light begged me to forget my own ache. I had to tell myself there was too much at stake. Yet the flower Wilts under the heat of the sun, the flower rots, still, even if I am to run CUT TO: INT. TV STORE - EVENING - PRESENT - a close up of a news newspaper article, “Dance prodigy disappeared” in the corner of the newspaper, there is a tiny picture of Ira with the headline "From duo to solo,
4. Lal debut…". Ira rises up entering the frame and ruffs her hair. Ira is struggling to write her novel. The phone rings. She picks it up and her pen rolls and falls to the floor. She is a little annoyed and bend down to pick it up. MANAGER Hasn't playing writer become boring? Ira stops in place, not grabbing the pen just yet. MANAGER Stop wasting your talent. The real spotlight is on stage, Ira. The clock is ticking. Ira looks at her desk full of scrunched up paper, her wall full of pictures from her dancing day, She tightens her grip on the phone. We can see the ink stain on the phone as well. The voice on the phone can be heard talking to someone else from where they are (on their end) MANAGER Speaking to someone else on their end but can be heard from the phone Finish your makeup. You guys are up in ten’. Ira looks at her broken fountain pen nib. The dialog bleeds into the next scene. We faintly hear music the end of the play coming to an end CUT TO: INT. BACKSTAGE - PAST- Ira was standing alone. Practice breathing and clutching her hand to her chest. She opened her eyes and saw her stained ink hand. Panicky she tried to wipe it off Suddenly Lal shoved a thick envelope with a stamp on Ira's face. IRA Wha- what- LAL If you run now you can still submit it.
5. Ira looked confused. Ira opened the envelope to find her novel and pen. Ira looks up at Lal. Lal is looking at the stage. LAL I'm selling your signature, ms. future best selling author IRA But if I… if I don't make it… MANAGER Lal, Ira You guys are up! Lal steps forward away from Ira. She picked up her and Ira’s staff. Lal finally turned to look at Ira. LAL I do what I do because I want to… And so should you. Ira tightened her grip on the paper. Lal walked into the light of the stage while Ira was still in the dark of the curtain. Lal got in her dancing position without Ira. She swung her staff and lit it up. CUT TO: INT. TV STORE - EVENING - PRESENT - Match cut to Ira lit a candle at her desk. Putting the light on the matchstick off CUT TO: INT - STAGE - PAST - Match cut of Lal spined her staff around. She throwed the staff up in the air. As the staff flew high in the air, Ira turned around IRA (Inner monologue) Buried in the ashes, I was born of a flame. Ice filled my veins, but everyone knew my name. Frost kisses my flesh with its burning bite, but my desire lingers, waiting to ignite.
6. Lal danced turning around while Ira ran out of the stage. The staff tries to block, but she pushes past him. MANAGER Stop! Ira pushes past him MANAGER Don’t throw your future away! Lal was dancing. She turned slightly to look at Ira. She has a smile on her face along with a little tear. Ira was running toward the exit. It is getting brighter IRA Impassioned, my flame turns bright, leading me to the warmth of the night. FADE IN: INT. TV STORE - EVENING - PRESENT - Ira is sitting at her desk staring at Lal dancing on the tv. The ambience voice fading back in. Tears fell down her eyes. However she picks the pen back up. She keeps on writing with a little sob. End.