"Tears of a clown" (CD1) Aug 18, 2021 10:22:23 GMT -5 Carter Shaw, Der Metzger, and 4 more like this
Post by Terry Colt Jr. on Aug 18, 2021 10:22:23 GMT -5
The scene opens indoors to a small cheap room in what looks to be used as an office workspace, Somehow even in this Summer heat, a dilapidated looking office in a shitty part of town can feel frigid. Inside a commotion occurs as a phone rings, on it’s fifth ring it is answered with surprising confidence considering its surroundings.
LS: Bright Spark Management, “How can we ignite your spark today?” Lenny speaking.
The man named Lenny sighs heavily, all the pomp and confidence exits his body with his breath.
LS: Ok bozo, you said you wanted to work so I got you work, what’s the damn problem?
Lenny pauses while an inaudible voice continues the conversation, Lenny fidgets while a look of frustration envelops his face.
LS: I’m Sorry, I'm sorry. I know your name ain’t Bozo, it was just a joke. I thought clowns were meant to be funny, god damn you’d at least think you people could understand a joke.
Lenny visibly cringes at his own words for a moment before trying to recover the situation.
LS: When I said “you people” I meant clowns, I don’t see color. Anyways back to the point, you’re at this party and you’re getting paid to be a party clown. I don’t see the problem?
Lenny allows the supposed clown on the other end of the phone to continue the conversation for a few moments before interrupting.
LS: Ok and? You’re still a party clown working at a party, it doesn’t matter if they’re kids or adults. A gig is still a gig, especially when you consider how little work there’s been because of fuckin covid.
He nods silently in response to the continuing call, rolls his eyes momentarily and quickly cuts off the other person.
LS: Ok right now, I’m gonna tell you straight kid. I didn’t realise it was a bachelorette party, they said they wanted a clown to party with and I booked you the job. But let’s face it if you wanna get paid I think you’re gonna have to do what they believed they hired you to do and whip your dick out, do a little bit of dancing and get the hell out of there before they realise you blow balloons and don’t eat ass for a living.
Lenny holds the phone away from his ear for a moment as the inaudible voice becomes muffled aggression through the cheap speaker of the phone. After a second or two of the phone falling silent, he places the handset back to his ear.
LS: No I disagree with you right there I think we’re a great team and you stick with me and we’re gonna make loads of money, this is just a small hiccup. Hope you have fun at the party and I’ll speak with you later.
Before the caller has a chance to respond, he ends the call with another long sigh.
LS: I really need a damn break, nothing goes my way and the past year has really screwed this company. Maybe this is just the end and I should call it a day.
He places the phone on an envelope atop the messy desk in front of him, he catches a glimpse of the handwriting on it, thinking to himself that it's unusual in this day and age to have the address handwritten. He gingerly pulls the letter from beneath the pile of general uselessness sitting on his desk, he gently opens the envelope in the hopes he can reuse it in the future…. not for any recycling based reasons, he’s just a cheap bastard.
LS: I hope it’s not another damn bill.
He pulls out the letter, even more intrigued as he now sees the letter itself is also handwritten. He unfurls the folded letter, then clears his throat before he reads the letter out loud.
Lenny looks inside the envelope to find the check that was mentioned and what looks to be a publicity headshot. He places the letter and check on the desk as he takes a closer look at the photograph now in his hands, it shows a stern faced man whose solid frame is wearing a red and black shirt with no other obvious details.
LS: I guess he was previously only looking for roles as a farmer, lumberjack, cowboy or whatever, but I feel like this guy is my ticket to make some real money. Especially considering he’s already given me money and we’ve not even met yet.
He picks up the phone and begins the slow process of sending a text message to this potential client as the scene fades.