Another one from Z. I really like this one.



*******************A Silver Lining********************


Written By: Z

Characters: Shaine-teenage girl, wearing a trench coat and a pair of jeans. Pretty/average looking
Keith?-Older male________________?
Setting: New York City, Broadway Street. The sun has just set and it’s very busy and cold out.



Shaine and Keith: Exits theatre building with multiple shopping bags.

Shaine: Walks through the busy city with a sullen look.

Keith: What’s wrong Shaine?

Shaine: Nothing, it’s just that that show was a total let down.

Keith: Confused What do you mean? The show was great.

Shaine: Sighs True. Mumbles I guess. To Keith I mean, the singing was nice, orchestra was great, but all I saw was flipping colored-blobs supposedly dancing! Getting slightly angry.

Random Pedestrian: Coming from opposite direction of Shaine and Keith. Roughly bumps into Shaine. Mumbles something that was possibly an apology.

Shaine: Drops several of her bags, leaves them on the ground and turns around. Screams and flails.How much bigger do I need to get for you to freaking see me?!?

Keith: Shaine, let’s just get going. Picks up her dropped bags and hands them to her. No point in screaming

Shaine: Yeah there is—it makes me feel a hell of a lot better.

Keith: Shakes head sadly.

Shaine: Anyways, getting back to our conversation—is cut off.

Keith: Do we have to?

Shaine: Yes we have to! I’m still extremely pissed off about this!

Keith: Yeah, but ranting about it isn’t going to do anything about it, is it? You couldn’t see the show—just let the matter drop.

Shaine and Keith: Crossing street.

Shaine: About to respond, cut off again

Car: Turns the corner, stops short, narrowly missing Shaine. Honks horn.

Shaine: Grumbling incoherently, resisting urge to flip the driver off.

Car: Horn honks again.

Shaine: Yells to driver.I’m trying to walk here! You trying to pick a fight?!

Keith: Tugs on Shaine’s arm, pulling her to the sidewalk.C’mon. Stop trying to kill innocent bystanders.

Shaine: Innocent?!? He almost ran me over!

Keith: Sighs. Shaine…

Shaine: A part of me wishes I just stayed home Glances sideways.

Woman: Frail-looking, sitting against a brick wall, curled up in a ball. Her clothes are worn and torn. She looks cold. Next to her rest a very messy-looking sign.

Shaine: Stops Keith and squints eyes trying to read sign. Whispers to Keith. What does that sign say? Does …does that say ‘deport’ and ‘gay’? Oh God, they’re not trying to deport her for being gay, are they?! Gasps .Is that even legal?! It’s not…right?

Keith: Suppresses a laugh. Shaine. That’s crazy. It says—Is cut off.

Shaine: Searches through bag while Keith speaks until she finds a sandwich. Walks up to the woman. It’s from this morning, but… Hands her the sandwich.

Woman: Gives Shaine a bright smile as she takes the food. Bless your soul.

Keith: Quietly laughs to himself.

Shaine: Nods. Good luck to you. Walks back to Keith.

Shaine and Keith: Continue walking.

Keith: Notices a store Oh cool, lemme just look at something for a sec, wanna come?

Shaine: Nah, I’ll just sit here, watch the bags, and wait for you. Sits on a bench, dropping bags.

Keith: Oh, okay. Puts bags down before running into store.

Shaine: Looks up into the sky for a moment before looking into the audience. You know what? All of a sudden, the fact I couldn’t see that stupid show doesn’t matter. I had fun, didn’t I? Kicks bags for emphasis. Yeah I did. I mean, sure, I sat in that damn theatre for two hours cursing out my eye dilemma, but at least I have a home, family points in direction Keith was just at, friends who care, a job, and so much more. Trails off. Sits in silence for a moment, looking into sky again.

Keith: Returns with another bag. You okay Shaine?

Shaine: Looks at Keith. Gives a genuine smile. Of course I am, why wouldn’t I be?

Keith: You mean you’re not mad about the show anymore? In slight disbelief.

Shaine: Laughs. Of course not, today was a fun day, right? Stands, grabs bags and begins to walk.

Keith: Um…..riiight. Shakes head as he picks up remaining bags. Shaine, you are so confusing sometimes. Walks after Shaine. Wait up!

Curtain Falls.

Ending Note:
This story is based off a true event. Later did I find out that the woman’s sign read something similar to ‘Can’t get home; lost. I need to find my way.’ Where I got ‘deport’ and ‘gay’ from, I have no idea. But I decided to keep it the way it is in my play to show just how horrible my vision is. But that woman is real, and really needs help. Please, keep her in your thoughts. And if you walk away with only one thing from this play, please let it be that there is always a silver lining—someone just has to help you find it sometimes.

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By: Z.

P.S: I ( VC ) might have caused some mistakes in bolding text. I am really sleepy at the moment. Sorry about that everyone and Z.

Guess no one likes screen plays xD, and silly Endy, the bolding was for the actions, not actual dialogue

^ Believe me, Z. I was sooooo sleepy at that time. =P

lol Screen play!!!