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My first ever dramatic dialogue! :) ***
People Watchin'
The scene opens on two college students at an Art Festival in downtown Fort Worth, Texas. They are very different in appearance. The girl, Heather, is tall and blonde, wearing cut off shorts and brown cowboy boots with an Aeropostale shirt. She has long, tan legs and is wearing square-framed brown sunglasses. The boy, Zach, is average height with his lip pierced and jet black hair swept across his forehead. He is wearing jeans and Vans and a v-neck shirt that says “I wrested a bear once” on the front and shows the bible verse tattooed across his chest. He wears a pair of mirrored Aviators. They sit on the curb in the shade on the hot day, both with a smoothie in hand, and watch the people as they pass.
HEATHER: Man, it’s so hot today. It really feels like summer already.
ZACH: Yeah it does. I wish it would just stay at 85 degrees year round. That’d be great!
HEATHER: Definitely! Too bad that’d never happen. The weather changes every five minutes in Texas.
(Both laugh quietly and sip their smoothies)
HEATHER: I love these smoothies, but these raspberry seeds drive me crazy! They get stuck in my teeth and throat for hours after I drink one of these.
(As if to prove her point she spits several tiny raspberry seeds out at the pavement)
ZACH: Mine doesn’t have raspberries, but they sure didn’t hold back on the pineapple. Man it’s strong.
HEATHER: I can tell. I can smell it from over here.
ZACH: Whoa whoa whoa, stage four creeper at 2 o’clock!
(He nudges her with his elbow and nods in the direction of a man wearing black leather pants draped in countless heavy chains, a black Metallica t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off, and with a long, scraggly beard)
HEATHER: Oh sweet Lord, you don’t see many of them back home, do ya! You’d get lynched for dressin’ like that in Joshua!
ZACH: For sure! And it’s like, 98 degrees today. You know he’s probably ‘bout to keel over with heat stroke.
HEATHER: Well, Zach, you do have the lip ring and the black hair swept over your forehead. I’d say if you keep it up you’ll end up on a similar fashion path.
ZACH: Whatever. I would never wear chains like that. Or pants that baggy. I like pants that cover my ass.
HEATHER: Suuuure you wouldn’t. You keep tellin’ yourself that Zachari.
ZACH: You better watch it girl, my mom’s a Joshua cop. I could have her arrest you.
HEATHER: You would never. We both know you’re too sweet to do that to me!
ZACH: Hey, never say never!
HEATHER: Ha, okay Beiber!
(Zach leans away at this remark, a look of shock on his face)
ZACH: Beiber?!? Oh my God, never call me that again.
(Heather simply laughs quietly, and begins humming the tune of “Baby” by Justin Beiber while sipping her smoothie)
ZACH: Okay, seriously, stop. You’re killin’ any self respect that I ever thought I had.
HEATHER: Well, y’all do have similar hair styles.
ZACH: It’s not funny
HEATHER: Are you gonna tell me one time?
ZACH: Okay, how many Beiber references am I going to have to endure? May as well give me a warning right now so I can start ignoring you.
HEATHER: Okay, okay, no more Beiber jokes. You’re far superior to him in every way.
ZACH: That’s better. Thank you.
(He puts a hand under her chin and plants a quick kiss on her lips. When he looks back at the people passing by, many are staring)
ZACH: Gotta love havin’ an audience, eh?
(Heather looks up, obviously unaware of the onlookers, and finds several pairs of eyes on her)
HEATHER: What the heck? Why are people staring?
ZACH: Probably because you, this knockout, long-legged, blonde country girl, are kissing this band bum boy with black hair, a pierced lip, and a chest tattoo. We make a bit of an odd couple.
(Heather nods her head slowly in agreement, realizing that what he says is probably true)
HEATHER: Well, guess that’s something we are just gonna have to get used to!
(She pulls him to her again and kisses him, this time longer than before. When they look up again, their audience has grown even greater, and they both laugh quietly. Zach loops an arm around her and they both lean lazily back in the shade)
HEATHER: I think this is as much fun as lookin’ at all that art was. Look at this lady. She must think her knight in shinin’ armor is on his way in that get-up.
(A woman in a medieval style dress walks by, and both Heather and Zach snicker quietly)
HEATHER: I’ll admit, I would wear that as a Halloween costume. It’s pretty.
ZACH: I’ll be your knight in shinin’ armor!
(They both laugh and continue to watch people pass by)
HEATHER: I don’t understand why some people dress the way they do. Like, so many girls at TCU will wear a t-shirt and spandex leggings. No pants. I can’t understand it. I like my jeans! And for my butt to be covered!
ZACH: Girls really go with no pants? That’s insane.
HEATHER: I know! I mean, I’m a TCU student, and I wear pants. I mean, to walk around in spandex leggings like that is like walkin’ around campus in your underwear.
ZACH: I’ve never seen anyone on the UT campus dressed like that. Must be a rich TCU girl thing.
HEATHER: Maybe. Who knows. I don’t see anyone here dressed……
(Before she finishes her sentence, she looks up and sees a heavy woman walking their way. She is wearing a bright purple shirt and neon purple spandex leggings that hug every tiny curve of her body. She nudges Zach, whose jaw drops when he sees it)
ZACH: Oh. My. Lord.
HEATHER: She should have at least worn a shirt that covered her butt….that’s unpleasant.
(Both look at each other and collapse in a fit of laughter. They know that people are staring at their outburst, but neither of them cares. It’s not as if they don’t attract enough attention anyways)
ZACH: Okay, we’ve been at this festival for…
(Looks at the watch on his wrist)
ZACH: Five hours now. How ‘bout we head to the Mellow Mushroom for dinner?
HEATHER: Sounds great! Let’s go!
(Zach stands and offers his hand to Heather. When both standing, he stands only two inches taller than her, but he doesn’t care and he laces his fingers through hers)
ZACH: Let’s go gorgeous.
(Hand in hand they leave downtown Fort Worth together)
