My friend Andrew Link recently wrote a screenplay for me to read. I responded "I'm so A.D.D, I can't even read this script, how would I ever shoot it?"
and then I got this email, which made me laugh.
If you've seen me dance you'd find it funny.
INT. A ROCKIN ASS PARTY - NIGHT
JUSTIN is doing the running man, a crowd has gathered around him. A tall, dark man comes up to him and taps him on the shoulder, interrupting the public spectacle. In his hand is a script. Justin considers this gift.
JUSTIN
I got energy to burn. The night is young. Work is for the wicked. Art begins here.
Justin begins dancing again, caught up in the shifting beats and rhythms and brushes with bodies.
JUSTIN
They're playing my music!
INT. JUSTIN'S PAD - DAY
Justin wakes up, a whole different person. He considers every little detail that catches him post slumber. He takes everything in for the first time. Half bored with the familiar, half excited by the possibility. He slumps next to his computer and browses through his email.
An email from Andrew with the words script, catch his attention...
london:
uhm- poop smells