Face Your Consequences.

This semester has brought on one particularly fun writing venture: Scriptwriting. I've never really tried my hand at it before three weeks ago, but the taste I've gotten of it has been exhilarating, and while it's a challenge to me, I've been doing my best to rise to it. Here's my latest; feel free (and encouraged) to give me feedback! Obviously the formatting doesn't translate perfectly to blog, but hopefully you get the general idea. Enjoy!

“FACE YOUR CONSEQUENCES”

FADE IN:

INT. MUSIC VENUE- NIGHT

The scene focuses on Claire, hardly twenty, with her eyes fixed on the stage as the next act sets up. Her clothing is dark, but hard to miss amongst the crowd of sweaty teens decked out in neon colors. Her face remains still and unenthused; her disinterest is apparent.
Onstage, four men are almost finished setting up equipment. One man, Jason, 31 with the smirk of a singer that’s made it big, obviously directs the process. Upon finishing, he steps up to the microphone.

JASON
Well hey everyone, we’re Show Your Colors, and we’re ready to rock this shit out! Now let me see your colors- hell yeah! Let’s do this!

The crowd cheers, and Jason’s band plays their first song. After it ends, Jason speaks to the crowd once again.

JASON
So we all know what it’s like to mess up big time; I’ll be the first to say I’ve made my fair share. People try to tell us to learn from them, to learn “lessons” and try harder next time. You know what I say to that? Fuck it, I’m gonna do it again and again until it kills me! So to the lesson learners of the world… Have a drink, take a drag, and join the party, because it’s a hell of a lot more fun to keep fuckin’ up! This is “Nothing To Change.”

The song begins. Claire, still watching disinterestedly, is noticeably distraught and pushes through the crowd to the back door.

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING- NIGHT

Claire sits in the driver’s seat of a worn out Dodge Neon with death grip on the wheel, her facial features tight. A car parks a few spaces down, and she runs her hand through the glove box and comes out with a gun. She tucks it in her purse and opens the door with urgency.

CLAIRE
(yelling)
Hey, rock star!

Jason turns around, and seeing a good-looking girl walking towards him, he gives her the once over and smiles.

JASON
Can… I help you with something?

Claire runs her hand down his chest, biting her lip, and then abruptly grabs his shirt in a tightly clenched fist.

CLAIRE
You can actually. Answers.

JASON
Mm, feisty. What kind of answers can I offer to a lady like yourself?

Claire pulls his face close to her own, as if going in for a kiss.

CLAIRE
I know what you did.

JASON
(laughs)
Whoa now, you’re gonna have to be a little bit more specific than that, sweetheart.

CLAIRE
(through her teeth)
I know what you did. And I refuse to worship you like every other pathetic groupie of yours. Did you have the courtesy to tell them? Huh? Do they know what you did to my mom and brother, the only family I had? Do they know that you killed them less than three months ago and got off on a gimmick? I came to your show to see if you showed any sign of remorse, and after that shitshow I sat through, I know you still think the sun shines out of your ass. You’re disgusting.

JASON
You can’t prove a damn thing, little girl. No one can put me behind the wheel of that car, remember? Now how about you go play hero somewhere else and stop wasting my time.

CLAIRE
That’s right, I forgot you vowed never to learn from your actions. Your bullshit philosophies on fucking up may hold up to your glow–in-the-dark idiot fan base, but me; I don’t buy it. I’m gonna make you learn this time.

Claire takes out the gun and places in on his chest sideways.

CLAIRE
I dare you to say fuck it to this one.

JASON
You don’t have it in you, little girl. You know all you wanted to do was scare me.
(whispers)
Just give up.

CLAIRE
Dare me.

JASON
(laughs)
Humor me, sweetheart. I dare-

Claire fires the gun, a close range shot to the chest. Jason falls wide-eyed to the sidewalk, and Claire stares down at him with disgust.

CLAIRE
I hope you enjoy fucking up as much in hell, bastard.

She gets in her car and drives away without a second glance.

FADE OUT.

THE END