{"id":39,"date":"2008-04-04T07:19:00","date_gmt":"2008-04-04T15:19:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wwwold.sketchwar.org\/?p=39"},"modified":"2008-04-04T07:19:00","modified_gmt":"2008-04-04T15:19:00","slug":"fsw-barista-blues","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sketchwar.org\/?p=39","title":{"rendered":"FSW: Barista Blues"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight:bold;\">Barista Blues<\/span><br \/>(Meg and Dex stand behind the counter of an upscale coffee house. He: late 20s, detached and jaded hipster. She: 18, fresh-faced, straight from the farmland. Dex is showing Meg how the brewing equipment works.)<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>It&#8217;s not a lot different from the one back at the Starbucks in Grover&#8217;s Corners. I should be able to run it. Thanks, Dex. I&#8217;m so excited!<\/p>\n<p>DEX<br \/>It&#8217;s not that exciting. You brew, you steam, you move them along.<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>I don&#8217;t mean that! I mean I&#8217;ve only been in LA three days and I&#8217;ve already got a great job! My parents said I&#8217;d end up broke and have to come home and become a dental hygienist, but now I won&#8217;t have to.<\/p>\n<p>DEX<br \/>I wouldn&#8217;t call this a great job.<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>But it is! Six days from six to two leaves me plenty of time to audition, and find a place to perform. Plus when Sol hired me he said I&#8217;d get to sing on the stage here, too!<\/p>\n<p>DEX<br \/>(Laughing to himself) I remember that. By the time you get out of here, you won&#8217;t have the energy left to do much of anything. Besides, with what Sol pays you, you&#8217;ll end up taking extra shifts just to afford Ramen. And singing on that little stage over there&#8230;it&#8217;s just more scut work.<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>You&#8217;re a gloomy gus, aren&#8217;t you!<\/p>\n<p>DEX<br \/>I&#8217;m opening up. Get ready.<\/p>\n<p>(Dex goes to the door and opens it up. A small line of movers and shakers has already formed. Each and everyone tapping furiously on his Blackberry or talking fervently on her Bluetooth. First in line is a smarmy, slimy man. Pretty much like everyone in line who isn&#8217;t a smarmy, slimy woman.)<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>Good Morning! What can I get for you today?<\/p>\n<p>ARI<br \/>(Looking up and seeing fresh meat) Well, good morning princess. I&#8217;m Ari. Here&#8217;s my card. Call me sometime. I&#8217;d love to represent you.<\/p>\n<p>(Meg takes the card and beams broadly. She holds it up and glances at Dex who shakes his head in bemusement.)<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>I will call you, thank you! I&#8217;m an actress, and a singer-songwriter, and a &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>ARI<br \/>&#8212; that&#8217;s great, babe. Tell it to my assistant when you call, okay?<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>Yes, sir! What can I get for you today?<\/p>\n<p>ARI<br \/>I&#8217;ll have the usual, babe.<\/p>\n<p>(Ari smiles to himself at his unoriginal and unclever joke. Meg starts cackling in earnest.)<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>Wow! You&#8217;re funny!<\/p>\n<p>ARI<br \/>Just make it a large coffee.<\/p>\n<p>(Meg pours and hands the coffee over to Ari, who then moves to the register to pay. Slimeball steps up.)<\/p>\n<p>SLIMEBALL<br \/>I&#8217;ll have a half double decaffeinated half-caf&#8230;with a twist of lemon.<\/p>\n<p>(Slimeball waits expectantly&#8230;and Meg laughs.)<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>Oh, I love that movie! That&#8217;s great!<\/p>\n<p>SLIMEBALL<br \/>Maybe you&#8217;d like to watch it with me sometime. Here&#8217;s my card. Call me. I&#8217;m an agent.<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>Thanks! Oh, I&#8217;ve got to go in back to get a lemon. I&#8217;ll just be one &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>SLIMEBALL<br \/>&#8212; Actually, I&#8217;ll just have a large coffee.<\/p>\n<p>(Meg pours his coffee and hands it over. Sleazebag steps up.)<\/p>\n<p>SLEAZEBAG<br \/>(Smiling to himself) I&#8217;ll have the usual.<\/p>\n<p>BLACKOUT<\/p>\n<p>LIGHTS UP<br \/>(It&#8217;s later the same day, Meg&#8217;s hair is messed and there are coffee stains on her shirt. She looks harried. D-Bag steps up to the counter.)<\/p>\n<p>D-BAG<br \/>I&#8217;ll have the usual.<\/p>\n<p>(Meg shows teeth, but it&#8217;s not a smile. Dex comes over to Meg.)<\/p>\n<p>DEX<br \/>I&#8217;ll take this one. Sol wants some music.<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>(Cheered up immediately) That&#8217;s great! To tell you the truth, I could use the break. I have some great new songs I&#8217;ve been working on, too.<\/p>\n<p>DEX<br \/>Didn&#8217;t Sol tell you? You&#8217;re just supposed to play that song &#8220;Bad Day&#8221;. Maybe some John Mayer when he&#8217;s in the mood, but that rarely happens.<\/p>\n<p>BLACKOUT<\/p>\n<p>LIGHTS UP<br \/>(Some time has passed. Meg&#8217;s hair is spiky and parti-colored and she&#8217;s got a tattoo showing on her upper arm. She&#8217;s sleeveless now, and in general looks a bit skankier. She&#8217;s showing the tat to Dex.)<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>It hurt a lot. They don&#8217;t tell you that. But it&#8217;s pretty cool, don&#8217;t you think?<\/p>\n<p>DEX<br \/>It&#8217;s nice.<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>I can&#8217;t wait till my friends back home see this! They&#8217;ll flip!<\/p>\n<p>DEX<br \/>How was your audition on Friday?<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>I didn&#8217;t get the part. I don&#8217;t get it. There are movies and plays and TV shows all over, but there aren&#8217;t that many auditions.<\/p>\n<p>(Dex smiles to himself.)<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>Oh, I&#8217;ve gotta tell you! Last night at the club &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>DEX<br \/>&#8212; that karaoke bar out in the valley?<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>Yeah. So anyway, I was DJ-ing and this group of really hot girls and guys came in and sang. One of the girls had this amazing voice and I asked her if she sang professionally. She just laughed and said it didn&#8217;t pay enough. (Stage whispers to Dex) She told me she did porn! Can you believe it?<\/p>\n<p>(Slimeball walks up with a few people behind him.)<\/p>\n<p>SLIMEBALL<br \/>Hey, babe! How ya doing? You&#8217;re looking good today.<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>Oh, hey. Large coffee?<\/p>\n<p>SLIMEBALL<br \/>Nah. I think I&#8217;ll have a half double decaffeinated half-caf &#8212;<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>&#8212; with a twist of lemon?<\/p>\n<p>SLIMEBALL<br \/>Heh! You caught me. Actually, how about I get you something? Dinner?<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>Oh, I don&#8217;t know. I really shouldn&#8217;t. We&#8217;re not supposed to date the customers.<\/p>\n<p>(The people in line begin to grumble. Their very busy, very important lives are being put on hold with this inane chatter. Meg goes ahead and pours him a large coffee.)<\/p>\n<p>SLIMEBALL<br \/>Well, I&#8217;ll keep asking anyway.<\/p>\n<p>DEX<br \/>Meg, Sol wants another set.<\/p>\n<p>(Meg sighs deeply, grabs her guitar and heads for the stage. As the lights fade, we hear the opening bars of &#8220;Bad Day&#8221;.)<\/p>\n<p>BLACKOUT<\/p>\n<p>LIGHTS UP<br \/>(Meg&#8217;s now got a full sleeve tat, a lip and two eye piercings, and a tat around her navel. She&#8217;s sleeveless and cropped. Slimeball is at the front of the line.)<\/p>\n<p>SLIMEBALL<br \/>(Quietly, looking down) Large coffee please.<\/p>\n<p>MEG<br \/>(Glaring&#8230;then finally exploding) You could have at least called me the next day! You said you&#8217;d call! Jesus. Damn it, you could at least look me in the eyes when you order your coffee!<\/p>\n<p>(Meg pours his coffee and slams it down on the counter. Slimeball slinks away to pay and the next customer steps up.)<\/p>\n<p>MEGADOUCHE<br \/>Hello! I&#8217;ll have a half double decaffeinated half-caf&#8230;with a twist of lemon!<\/p>\n<p>(Meg screams, reaches below the counter, comes up with a shotgun and shoots him. Silence and stillness for a few seconds.)<\/p>\n<p>DEX<br \/>I&#8217;ll clean that up. Sol wants you to do a set.<\/p>\n<p>BLACKOUT<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Barista Blues(Meg and Dex stand behind the counter of an upscale coffee house. He: late 20s, detached and jaded hipster. She: 18, fresh-faced, straight from the farmland. Dex is showing Meg how the brewing equipment works.) MEGIt&#8217;s not a lot different from the one back at the Starbucks in Grover&#8217;s Corners. 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