an adaptation of this: http://www.youngwriterssociety.com/work.php?id=101575. It's a relatively bare script at the moment, so be harsh! Thanks. If you have time to skim the story, I would very much appreciate advice on how to incorporate more of the deeper elements.
INT. PANCAKE HOUSE - DAY
It is early morning, mid-summer. Several customers eat their breakfast and drink coffee, but it is not busy. It comfortable, relaxing restaurant, but a cheap one.
At a booth towards the back of the restaurant, away from the windows, ALI, 18 and JACK, 20 sit as they eat their breakfast. They both look somewhat disheveled and sleep deprived.
How are your pancakes?
She laughs. Jack looks down at his plate.
Yeah, not the best food I've ever tasted. Sorry.
It's okay. The important thing is y'know, spending time together before our lives become crazy again.
It's just weird. I still can't believe I was at the Academy Awards. It feels like a dream. And it's now it's like, hey, life! Remember what you used to be?
I'm sorry. I just wanted a change of pace from last night.
No, it's fine. I'm glad we came here.
There is a long pause.
Jack? How do you bear it?
What do you mean?
I mean, it wasn't long ago that I was just auditioning for whatever I could, wondering if I'd be able to make it. Wondering if this dream I had, if it was all just of my time. And now that we got to do this movie together and I won an Oscar for it...it's unreal. My life was one way for so long, and I hated it, I hated every goddamn second of it. And now it's so different and I don't know what to think. Before I wanted everyone to know my name and now I just want to blend in. I sound like a terrible person, I know.
No, you don't. Fame is weird. You'll get used to it eventually. I mean, I think of all the problems facing other people and how I don’t have to go through it when I’m not sure I’m any better than the people that do. I love what I do, and I don’t take it for granted. I mean, I don't know what it's like to not have the paparazzi up your ass every second of every day, but I mean, I imagine it sometimes.
It's interesting, too, because I when I did rep theater back home, I worked with so many talented people. And no one's ever going to know who they are. Why, in the eyes of the public, am I better?
I getya. I wish I could answer that.
The HOSTESS comes by with Jack's credit card at the bill.
Thank you. Have a nice day.
I'm just uncertain, is all.
Listen to me, Ali. You have a great future ahead of you, I know it.
Thanks. This was really nice.
He stands up.
As they walk toward the exit, Ali walks slowly, as to take in the world around her.