Provided below are extracts from some of the scripts that I have written.
Just Me, Bell
Draft extract of scene from 'Just Me, Bell', commissioned by Graeae Theatre Co. as a school’s tour in Autumn 2009.
* lines in quotes are spoken stage directions as audio description
PROLOGUE: BELL (`White’, just 14, w/chair-user)
BELL: “Scene 1: Me in my bedroom, untidy. Beyonce poster on the wall and my stuff all over the place… 8:15 am! Brushing my hair & recording myself singing, on my Mobi…”
BELL: (starts off humming then sings) I can’t wait… I can’t wait… can’t wait no more for .. Time to be Right… because, `cause… it’s You not Me - Babe!
breaks off singing
Babe?! You not me?? Shit - I’ve forgotten… Boy - Yes!
It’s Me not You Boy.. So… Keep it Tight!?
Giggles, breaks off again.
DAD shouts from the Hall…
DAD: Your breakfast Belly!
“I stop recording!”
BELL: In a minute Dad - yeah?
“I start recording again…”
Can’t wait, just can’t wait no more for the Time to be Right, `Cause You & Me.. Babe - no - Boy! We’ll never be Tight and there ain’t no…
BELL pauses as she searches for the next line
No.. us getting it on tonight! Any Night?! (starts to laugh at herself) That is so dry. I’m gonna be… (Bell sings to the same tune as before) I’m gona be so crap tonight but that‘s alright yeah! (giggles)
DAD calls again from the hall.
Coming! “I stop recording!”
DAD: “DAD comes in! He stands in the doorway with a bowl of cereal in his hand.”
BELL: I said I was coming Dad yeah?!
DAD: Hurry up your breakfast is waiting.
BELL: It’s cereal Dad! (B says the word cereal as if it’s poison!)
DAD: I’m glad I have such an observant daughter.
BELL: No-one eats cereal now.
DAD: I eat cereal!
BELL: Yeah, well… (fake cough) I eat fruit Dad, muesli and… things.
DAD: You’ve never liked fruit!
BELL: Well I like it now!
BELL: It’s just Bell, Dad and I need to get ready. It’s no uniform day.. and Open Mic Night, remember?
DAD: How can I forget?! And all the more reason for breakfast. You’ve got to eat properly Belly -
BELL: “I shoot Dad a look! He takes no notice..”
DAD: - or you’ll wear yourself out and make yourself ill. Did you get your home-work done?
BELL: Yeah.. Whatever.
DAD: (reluctantly?) Have a couple of little spoonfuls…
BELL: I’m not two Dad!
DAD: Eat it Belly - or no Open Mic’ night…
BELL: Ok, here…
BELL: “I grab the bowl from Dad, hold the spoon in the air and mime eating.” (does this)
DAD: I mean it Isabelle. Eat.
"DAD puts the bowl down…"
That’ll be Keesha. Now get a Move on please. We don’t want you both getting to school late...
DAD goes to let KEESHA in.