MAKING OF A STAR
Comedy, by Ken Bradbury, 2011
A spoiled starlet finally makes an acting break-through.The number and gender of characters can be changed to accommodate available participants. Price is for a master script. Make as many copies as is required for your ensemble.
Duration8 - 10 minutes
- 1 Female, 2 Males
Product Id: #834
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An excerpt …
LOUIE: The fans love her.
MORGAN: The fans don’t know her. (looking up) Ah gosh … look at that! We’re losing the sun! We can’t shoot this scene after dark!
LOUIE: We shoulda started earlier.
MORGAN: We can’t start earlier! The great Natasha Diva doesn’t get up until 2 in the afternoon! Go get her!
LOUIE: The last time I went to get her …
LOUIE: She threw something at me.
MORGAN: Threw what?
LOUIE: I don’t know. But it was very large and very heavy and it broke the door. It was either a washing machine or a very fat cat.
NATASHA: (entering … flowingly … grandly) I’m here, darling!
MORGAN: (suddenly the ingratiating, sickeningly sweet director) Natasha! Sweetheart! You’re early! (Louie enters, cowering)
NATASHA: Have you been waiting long?
MORGAN: I guess I showed up six hours early. We all did. Are you ready for the scene?
MORGAN: We’re shooting the final scene of the movie.
NATASHA: Really? Now?
MORGAN: Uh … that’s what these hundreds of people and all those horses are standing around for. We have to shoot the final scene.
NATASHA: What’s it about?
MORGAN: The scene?
NATASHA: The movie. I haven’t been paying attention. Louie darling, would you fetch me some ice water? I’m beginning to get parched.
(she thinks some of the props are real)
MORGAN: Cut! Beautiful! (helping Natasha up) What a performance!
NATASHA: (blubbering, spitting sand from her mouth) What?
NATASHA: You nearly killed me!
MORGAN: You’re lookin’ at an Oscar, Miss Diva!
NATASHA: A what?
MORGAN: An academy award! That was brilliant!
LOUIE: So real!
MORGAN: So real!
MORGAN: Authentic! When those scorpions began crawling up your leg … the look of terror in your eyes!
NATASHA: You don’t say?
MORGAN: And the horses! Live horses leaping over you, their dangerous hooves just inches from your head!
NATASHA: Is my hair okay? I was … you mean I was really that good?
MORGAN: Good? You were great!
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