A Short Screenplay

*Loosely based on a true event

Mother and Daughter are shopping together. Mother suddenly stops in front of the store, Gilly Hicks. 

Daughter: Mom what are you doing? We never go in there.

Mother: There’s a sale going on! And don’t you need new underwear?

Daughter looks at Mother with confusion and slight betrayal.

Daughter: Mom! When have we ever bought underwear that wasn’t 5 for $25 at Victoria’s Secret?!

Mother: Oh, come on!

Mother enters Gilly Hicks as Daughter follows. The two are met by darkness, the overwhelming smell of after shave, and the sounds of an incoherent top 40 hit. A young woman comes out of the abyss dressed like Gilly Hick’s number one marketing tool. She flashes a smile and delivers the line with an ease that could’ve only been earned through hours of unnecessary practice.

Employee: Hi! Welcome to Gilly Hicks!

Mother and Daughter are standing side by side. Daughter is overcome with immediate discontent. 

Mother, Daughter (simultaneously) : Hi

Mom and Daughter proceed to walk into the hallway left to the store. It gets darker the further they go in.

Daughter: It’s like a freaking nightclub in here!

Mother sharply glances at Daughter

Daughter: Not like I’ve ever been to one! Where are we going, anyways? They should have arrows taped to the ground or something. Maybe that way I can actually take a breather and shop in pea— (Daughter abruptly stops mid-walk  and looks up) –Whoh!

Mother: What did you say? I can’t hear you. (Mother starts coughing into a napkin and walks towards Daughter. She stands to her left.)

Before them is a room filled with brightly colored female undergarments. The only lights in the room shine on the items that are being sold. Mother starts to look around.

Daughter: You’ve got to be kidding me. This looks like a shrine! Doesn’t it?  A huge.. overly decorated…underwear and bra shrine! I bet those people with weird fetishes secretly come in and start bowing or something like that (Daughter jokingly makes bowing motions with hands) 

Mother stares at Daughter disapprovingly

Mother: Stop it, please. You’re embarrassing me.

Daughter: Mom, look around. We could die in here and no one would even know! Dang. That would suck if you died in here. All alone. Ellie Goulding blasting through the speakers. It wouldn’t even be sad. Man, would that suck or what? Mom? (Daughter raises her voice) You can’t even hear me, can you?! Mom! Mom!

Mother takes Daughter’s arm and pulls her into the next room

5 minutes later 

Mother and Daughter are wandering around the store.

Mother: Where are we going? My head is hurting, I can’t even think. How do we get out of here?

Daughter (Daughter is leaning against the wall): I don’t know but this room looks familiar. Are we walking around in circles?

Mother looks around for an employee. The two continue to walk around restlessly.

Daughter: Mom, (Daughter stops walking and slowly looks around)  are we the only ones in here? What if we really do die in here?! Oh my god! Honest to God, Mom! NO. ONE. WOULD. KNOW! Oh god. Oh my god. Oh my–

Mother angrily turns around to face Daughter. Simultaneously sees the young Employee walking towards them.

Employee: Hi! Do you need help finding anything today?

Mother: Yeah, the exit?!

~Fin~

Well, that was fun. Thank you for being a part of my embarrassingly first attempt at screenwriting! I’ve always been a fan but it’s definitely a lot harder than it looks especially when you know nothing about it. Anyways, Happy Hump Day everybody! It’s almost Friday so hang in there! :) As always, thanks for reading.

Leap and the net will appear – Jason Mraz 

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One response on “A Short Screenplay

  1. Lol at the mention of bra shrine XD This is such a cute amusing post :) It’s a very relatable scenario for those of us who venture into new stores

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