So, I’ve been working on a script. A television pilot about a young woman whose love of music leads her to a job at a record label, set in the 1990s.
It’s amazing how I pluck these ideas out of thin air, ay?
I started it awhile ago and periodically revisit it, with new eyes, as they say, to see what to tweak, cut, add, and to play around with different scenarios.
This was such a great time in my, I mean her, life and I love the world of it and would really like to make something of it. At the very least something I can be proud of that makes me smile. As with most things I write that have to do with something that actually happened, I consider it a love letter to that situation or time. It’s in no way exactly what happened but starts with the kernel of truth and expands like stardust from there.
I’m considering posting the script in its current form, in segments, over the course of four or so installments. It would be like “watching” a TV show in six minute bursts. Seems like it might be fun. I’m figuring it out.
But until then, I’ve decided to post this scene, which was written as a possible way to open the show but ultimately I know — if I may speak in the parlance of the music biz — might work better as a B-side, an import 7″, or a demo/alternative take to be released in a retrospective vinyl box set that only hardcore fans will wholly appreciate.
Parts of this could ostensibly be used down the line in some other situation. Or none of it might see the light of day. It’s essentially a teaser. But playing around to see what the character might get into seems valuable and it amuses me. Therefore, and hence, I’m a gonna put some bits out there as I continue honing the script in full. It’s a journey. Not the band, Journey. Maybe it’s a Motley Crue.
With that said, picture me wearing spandex and imploring you in a high-pitched scratchy scream, to spark up your Bic lighters for what I am currently referring to as:
Thank you, North Hollywood!