a 10 minute theatre script. plz try to make the story about a homeless man who becomes famous from singing. at least 3 or more characters in the script. the script must be around 10 minutes when read out.
Michelle_Michy
Astory.....................docxFADE IN:
VALLEY AVENUE
Vehicles are motioning at a lightning speed. Beeps and alarms deafening the air. Streets are full of pedestrians going and coming. On a pavement a homeless man is seated on tattered sackcloth while playing on his guitar. People circling him.
Man (V.O.)
Once man of streets, always a man of world. You belong nowhere, but you are here X2
Love it when they give a dime. I dine and wine. I like it this way. Why they are not coming. I love praying
Man
Pause and looking through the crowd…smile and continue rapping
Con I am, scamming everything I do. Life too hard u gatta lie to survive.
Me am here doing what I do best. That me, go kill yourself if you don agree.
Man
Stop rapping and look up to the people as if appealing for help.
A lady in high heels step close
Lady (V.O)
Patting the homeless man on his shoulder, say
“Wow, you’ve a golden voice buddy. Where did you learn to sing? I never knew you could produce such great lines”.
She drops 20 dollars on his bowl and walk away.
A guy, dropping 100 dollars on the bowl, say
Guy (V.O)
“He is just too great and talented to be on streets.”
Crowd of people continue clapping and laughing.
On SCREEN bold Writings appear flashing
The man had attracted attention from the pedestrians. He laughed singing
He knew he was great at it but he knew one thing for sure: he was going nowhere
He had no future
He had no friends
He had no dollar
He was poor and pathetic
His life was only but belonged to streets
He was homeless and his talent was nothing but a talent of dream world
Man (V.O)
“But why”
On SCREEN, bolds WRITINGS continue FLASHING
He knew he couldn’t make it the mainstream studios, he could sing to the passage-bys
Nerve of happiness tickled throughout his body and he felt like crying
The joy was overwhelming him
But he felt bad
He was worthless
He was weak and sick
His body was frail and feeble
His cloths were ragged
He was dirty and stinking
For many years he has been on this street – Valley Avenue – doing one thing he was good at
Begging
Singing to the passage-bys and if moved by his voice they give him a dim
That’s what he knew best
That was his livelihood
Man (V.O)
“If I were to be interviewed by the so-called mainstream media about the challenges of this “job” I could narrate them with a great clarity”
Man closes his eyes and start imagining of the interview. He sees himself in ABC CHANNEL having a conversation with James, Reality Show host
(V.O)
SCENE: ABS CHANNEL. TIME: EVENING.
James: welcome to the show
Our guest today is a Mike, a guy who has not been fortunate enough to own a house
For lack word, Mike is a streets urchin. Welcome to the show Mike
Mike: Thank you
James: Tell us, what challenges of the streets
Mike: Many challenges for sure
You know, I make nothing during raining seasons
You got no people to sing. Sometimes by “bed” get soaked in water
You don’t know where to sleep
You are hungry, no food. I am suffering for sure
But what should I do. I must learn to bear it
It is stressing, depressin’ outta here
Sometimes people are reluctant to give a dime
Others mock you
Silly boys and girls may hurl insults at you when you’re busy singing to the crowd
Yeah, many problems for sure, you known what am I saying I appeal to the federal government to address the grievances of homeless people
We are really suffering
Look at these children
They have no parent, no sibling
No uncle, no auntie, no cousin
They have no future
How shameful and we have a government at place
Is it not the role of federal government to cater for lives of its citizens – the taxpayers?
You gatta do something about it as media. Peace out
MIKE WAS still seated there at the pavement still staring at the passage-bys who were murmuring in low voices.
When he was done with singing he put his guitar back to its bag. When the people moved away, he leaned over and grasped the bowl and started counting the money.
MIKE (V.O)
“Wow, good God”
HE SMILED after having the pennies in the bowl. It was to a total amount of $200.
MIKE (V.O)
“People are generous. Thanks to you, Jesus, Son of Great God.”
“Wait what”,
HE WAS surprised to find a small paper beneath the bowl. He read it--
MIKE (V.O)
“Hey buddy, I was once like you. Beggar on streets. But I made it in life. I am now the king in New York. Listen dude, am rich and you too can become rich. I want to change your life. I can rightly say that I am moved by your golden voice. For many days I have been stopping here to listen to you singing and you know what, you’re amazing. You got talent bro. find me. Reach me through this contact: (564) 598-431. Peace out.”
MIKE (V.O)
“What the hell?”
HE WAS surprised and happy at the same time.
MIKE (V.O)
“There is somebody out there who has interest in my singing.”
MIKE (V.O)
“But how do I get in touch with him? I have no phone. No nothing. Perhaps, you could have written down your name. May be I can know who the hell you are. But mind me, I will find you. New York is my home.”
Darkness was crouching. The sun was going down disappearing behind the mountains. The homeless guy began preparing his “bed” – a ragged sack and an old blanket. Streets were busy – cars were speeding as usual, police taking bribe, people hastening to reach their homes from work--
MAN (V.0)
“Hey, you can’t be serious, Mike. You wanna sleep at this early?”
Mike looked up to see his friend, John Vukovich.
MIKE (V.O)
“No, just preparations, you know. Beside, am old fella, ain’t no energy for night”
JOHN (V.O)
“Come on, you mind catching some drink. Have some bucks and I gonna quench my quest. Streets are stressing. Homeless men have to dine”
MIKE (V.O)
“Kinda funny for us but am tired. Playing guitar for two hours tops. Just wanna take a nap.”
JOHN (V.O)
“Hell no, I know you kind of stingy…you what am the one buying the booze let go, please I beg.”
JOHN (V.O)
“Hahaha, beggin’ again, and you’re beggar, homeless hobo on streets. What’s our fate, anyway…”
SCENE -- CLUB
MIKE (V.O)
“What’s happening…uptown”
JOHN (V.O)
“Not much, usual, rich getting richer. Poor getting poorer. And losing more and more houses to them. You know them”.
MIKE (V.O)
“Of course I know them. Sorry man, but be strong. Wind gonna blow harder.” They both laughed.
JOHN (V.O)
“And you have got no torch to shine your path yet?”
MIKE (V.O)
“Still looking up to my God. He created me, He must have plans for me.”
JOHN (V.O)
“Sure bro, one day you’ll make it. I know you can sing.”
MIKE (V.O)
“You know what God might have finally illuminated my path. Today I have got a mystery note. It was left in my bowl. Here you go.”
JOHN (V.O)
“This guy seems serious. He’ll sure help you. you’ve find him,” said John after reading the note. “But where do I get him?”
“Don’t worry he left you his number. Perhaps he wants you to call.”
MAN ((V.O)
“Here I am, no need to call.” A man in dark sunglasses was tapped Mike on his shoulder.
MIKE ((V.O)
“Oh my God, you!”
The man NAME WAS Bowieh Taylor
Bowieh Taylor (V.O)
“Hell yeah, me. Have been following you for long and man, you can sing. Do you want to make your dream come true and leave the street?”
JOHN (V.O)
“Absolutely yes. He in for it.”
MIKE (V.O)
“Seems difficulty, guys. You know, I don’t. You see….”
JOHN (V.O)
“Come on, Mike, this is your lifetime chance. You can’t lose it.”
Bowieh Taylor (V.O)
“Mike, you do know what Drake per year? $2bn. And he started small and finally he shot the roof, today he lives as king with queens. There is dollars in your lines. There is a future in your head. You’ve a talent, don’t sleep on it. Am here to help you. Many who I have cooked in my house are now living great. Make up your mind. Don’t let this opportunity slip outta your hands.”
JOHN (V.O)
“You heard him Mike. Let do this”.
Bowieh Taylor (V.O)
“Hey guys, am in hurry. Here my business card. Tomorrow, come to my office. Let sign a deal immediately.” The man excused himself and went away.
JOHN (V.O)
“Right. I was telling you. You’ll make it Mike.” John was saying.
****************
ON SCREEN writings appears
FIVE years LATER
SCENE – Grand Shell Hall, New York City.
HALL is dark. Neon lights shining.
People deeply edged on their seats yelling and shouting
MIKE is rapping
(V.O)
“Not what you do, but what you think that make the folk you’re. Am not great, am not good. But am a man doing my thing. Rebuke me not. Mock me not. I do what I do to be the best I can become. Man is a mistake. Creativity a genius. Hail His Most High.
I look back I see a forlorn life, I look ahead I see world of possibilities. Do ye best, mind not of losses. Hail Taylor, my life he tailed. My buddy John, many journeys we go.”
FANS (V.O)
“Huuuhuuuh, prrrr…………bravo, bravo, that’s my doll.”
MIKE excused himself and disappear from the stage
TAYLOR (V.O)
“Yo man, that’s was great.”
MIKE (V.O)
“Thanks man. You’ve made me the person I am today.”
TAYLOR (V.O)
“Anytime bro, I saw talent and I couldn’t just walk away like that. And we got another deal. It’ an international deal. I have signed a million-dollar contract with one of the most popular hotels in London – Great Lodgehs Heights. Man, you’re flying to UK next month.”
MIKE (V.O)
“Like for real. I can’t believe it. Me, in London…oh my God, what a lucky buddy. Thanks man.”
FADE OUT
THE END
