And the winners are:
Leading Man/Tap Dancer - Gene Kelly (42%)
Partner - Ginger Rogers (42%)
Director - Vincente Minelli (40%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
INT. 1930's HOLLYWOOD STUDIO - DAY
With an Orchestra at the ready, the LEADING MAN/TAP DANCER embraces a WOMAN casting for the role of his leading lady.
DIRECTOR
Action.
As the couple tap and glide in perfect harmony, a mischievous gleam in the woman's eye travels to her feet as she disregards the scripted choreography, ad libbing with barrell rolls and bombershays.
Initially, her partner expresses exasperation at her unspoken challenge, then competitively accepts.
As their pace accelerates, the Orchestra follows in tempo to chasse-s, chaine-s, and balance-s, while their heels cluster click, scuff, stubb, twist and thump across the floor; she growing attracted to him, as he to her with every tap.
The silence of the entranced CREW is broken with...
DIRECTOR
Cut! Cut!
As he gropes for his chair,
DIRECTOR
That wasn't in the script.
(to cameraman)
Tell me you got it!
CAMERAMAN
(smacking on his chewing gum)
Got it, boss.
Simultaneously, the woman sits, lifts her gown, and carefully removes her blood-soaked high heels. In her bare, swollen feet she walks gracefully to the director and drops them at his feet. As she turns to leave, the director rushes after her.
DIRECTOR
Where are you going?
WOMAN
Why? Did I get the part?
DIRECTOR
Name your price!
The leading man catches up with her and extends his hand.
LEADING MAN
Shall we dance?
When she accepts, he draws her towards him and begins to sing.
LEADING MAN
Heaven. I'm in heaven.
And my heart beats so that I can hardly speak
And I seem to find the happiness I seek
When we're out together dancing cheek to cheek.
WOMAN
You can be very charming.
LEADING MAN
(whispers)
I'm in heaven.
As they kiss, the director shrugs, throws the original script into the air, then winks at the cameraman.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Monday, April 26, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME - An encore presentation
And the winners are:
Marge - Betty White (66%)
Ralph - Carroll O'Connor (66%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
INT. MODEST HOME.1970's QUEENS, NEW YORK - DAY
A mature COUPLE are washing and putting the breakfast dishes away.
HUSBAND
Baseball season's finally here.
As he walks into the living room to turn on the television,
WIFE
(excitedly)
Why don't we go?
HUSBAND
Not today, Marge. This couch feels too good.
(patting her hand)
Another weekend.
As she faces him on the couch,
MARGE
It's such a beautiful day, Ralph.
Her face brightens up.
MARGE
Is it easy to find the stadium by train?
RALPH
The M train stops right there. Why?
Marge leaps up and disappears into the bedroom.
MARGE (OS)
I'm going.
RALPH
By yourself?
Putting on a light jacket when she returns,
MARGE
If I can survive the birth of three beautiful
children, I can manage a train to the Bronx.
RALPH
I don't know, Marge.
After pecking him on the cheek,
MARGE
I'll call when I get there.
EXT./INT. EL TRAIN STATION - DAY
Ecstatically inhaling the sunny April day, Marge climbs up the stairs to the platform of the station.
When the train arrives, she makes herself comfortable, knitting. At the changeover, she reconsiders, then shoves her knitting into its bag, rises, and joins the THRONGS onto the M train.
INT./EXT. M TRAIN - DAY
Crowded as rush hour, Marge finds and grasps the pole in the center of the compartment, unsteady as the train. When the Stadium comes into view, the compartment quickly empties, she following the enthusiastic FANS down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.
EXT. STADIUM - DAY
Marge grins at the Stadium, then rushes to the box office and patiently waits her turn.
ATTENDANT
Next.
MARGE
One adult ticket please, young man.
Oh, and are there senior discounts?
ATTENDANT
Sorry, the game's sold out.
MARGE
But I've come all the way from Queens.
ATTENDANT
Next!
Disheartened, Marge slowly heads back towards the station. She observes a COUPLE with two CHILDREN waiting on line to enter the stadium.
Excusing herself ever so endearingly and politely to those she cuts in front of, she discreetly joins the family as they pass through the turnstile. She feels a tap on her shoulder.
TICKET COLLECTOR
Ticket, please.
MARGE
Oh, I'm with them.
INT. STADIUM - DAY
As he turns to "them," Marge runs into the heart of the stadium, blending in with the crowds. She begins to panic, watching for security, or worse yet, the police.
Rushing to the telephones, she fumbles for her change purse. She finds, then drops her change. Hands trembling, she picks up the coins and manages to dial.
MARGE
Hurry, Ralph!
RALPH (OS)
Hello?
MARGE
Ralph, I'm going to jail!
RALPH (OS)
What?
MARGE
(glancing around)
They're looking for me now!
RALPH (OS)
What are you talking about?
MARGE
I snuck into Yankee Stadium!
RALPH (OS)
Wail til the boys hear about this!
MARGE
Oh no!
RALPH (OS)
Relax, Marge. Find a seat and enjoy the game.
MARGE
Relax? Enjoy?
RALPH (OS)
Trust me. You're in now. No one is going to bother you.
I'll order some Chinese to celebrate.
Disbelievingly, she peers at the DIAL TONE. She cautiously follows the fans as they make their way to the stands.
EXT. STANDS - DAY
Marge stops abruptly and shakes her head at the half-full stadium. She zooms in on available seats behind third base, buys a box of Cracker Jacks and a diet coke, then rushes to the unclaimed seat placing her snacks on it. She stands and CLAPS when the teams take to the field.
At the tap on her shoulder, she freezes. From the corner of her eye, she notices handcuffs in an outstretched hand.
FAN
You dropped your Cracker Jack's prize, Ma'am.
LAUGHING with relief, she manages a...
MARGE
Thank you, dear.
...and enjoys the ball game, with only an occasional glance over her shoulder.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
Marge - Betty White (66%)
Ralph - Carroll O'Connor (66%)
Thank you for voting!
FADE IN:
INT. MODEST HOME.1970's QUEENS, NEW YORK - DAY
A mature COUPLE are washing and putting the breakfast dishes away.
HUSBAND
Baseball season's finally here.
As he walks into the living room to turn on the television,
WIFE
(excitedly)
Why don't we go?
HUSBAND
Not today, Marge. This couch feels too good.
(patting her hand)
Another weekend.
As she faces him on the couch,
MARGE
It's such a beautiful day, Ralph.
Her face brightens up.
MARGE
Is it easy to find the stadium by train?
RALPH
The M train stops right there. Why?
Marge leaps up and disappears into the bedroom.
MARGE (OS)
I'm going.
RALPH
By yourself?
Putting on a light jacket when she returns,
MARGE
If I can survive the birth of three beautiful
children, I can manage a train to the Bronx.
RALPH
I don't know, Marge.
After pecking him on the cheek,
MARGE
I'll call when I get there.
EXT./INT. EL TRAIN STATION - DAY
Ecstatically inhaling the sunny April day, Marge climbs up the stairs to the platform of the station.
When the train arrives, she makes herself comfortable, knitting. At the changeover, she reconsiders, then shoves her knitting into its bag, rises, and joins the THRONGS onto the M train.
INT./EXT. M TRAIN - DAY
Crowded as rush hour, Marge finds and grasps the pole in the center of the compartment, unsteady as the train. When the Stadium comes into view, the compartment quickly empties, she following the enthusiastic FANS down the stairs and onto the sidewalk.
EXT. STADIUM - DAY
Marge grins at the Stadium, then rushes to the box office and patiently waits her turn.
ATTENDANT
Next.
MARGE
One adult ticket please, young man.
Oh, and are there senior discounts?
ATTENDANT
Sorry, the game's sold out.
MARGE
But I've come all the way from Queens.
ATTENDANT
Next!
Disheartened, Marge slowly heads back towards the station. She observes a COUPLE with two CHILDREN waiting on line to enter the stadium.
Excusing herself ever so endearingly and politely to those she cuts in front of, she discreetly joins the family as they pass through the turnstile. She feels a tap on her shoulder.
TICKET COLLECTOR
Ticket, please.
MARGE
Oh, I'm with them.
INT. STADIUM - DAY
As he turns to "them," Marge runs into the heart of the stadium, blending in with the crowds. She begins to panic, watching for security, or worse yet, the police.
Rushing to the telephones, she fumbles for her change purse. She finds, then drops her change. Hands trembling, she picks up the coins and manages to dial.
MARGE
Hurry, Ralph!
RALPH (OS)
Hello?
MARGE
Ralph, I'm going to jail!
RALPH (OS)
What?
MARGE
(glancing around)
They're looking for me now!
RALPH (OS)
What are you talking about?
MARGE
I snuck into Yankee Stadium!
RALPH (OS)
Wail til the boys hear about this!
MARGE
Oh no!
RALPH (OS)
Relax, Marge. Find a seat and enjoy the game.
MARGE
Relax? Enjoy?
RALPH (OS)
Trust me. You're in now. No one is going to bother you.
I'll order some Chinese to celebrate.
Disbelievingly, she peers at the DIAL TONE. She cautiously follows the fans as they make their way to the stands.
EXT. STANDS - DAY
Marge stops abruptly and shakes her head at the half-full stadium. She zooms in on available seats behind third base, buys a box of Cracker Jacks and a diet coke, then rushes to the unclaimed seat placing her snacks on it. She stands and CLAPS when the teams take to the field.
At the tap on her shoulder, she freezes. From the corner of her eye, she notices handcuffs in an outstretched hand.
FAN
You dropped your Cracker Jack's prize, Ma'am.
LAUGHING with relief, she manages a...
MARGE
Thank you, dear.
...and enjoys the ball game, with only an occasional glance over her shoulder.
FADE TO BLACK
**written by petra michelle**
http://petramichelle.blogspot.com/
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