The Doll House
by Brigette ReDavid
INT. BACK STAGE DOLL HOUSE - NIGHT (NIGHT 1)
MIA FINE, 40s, a burly gal wearing a silky, sky blue gown, is about to take the stage. Her thick eye shadow matches her dress. She likes glitzy jewelry, big rhinestones that shine against her broad chest - big rings and rows of bracelets.
She’s a hefty woman, almost 6-feet tall, constantly battles a 5 o’clock shadow. A beauty mark is drawn near her lip.
An African American EXITS the dressing room. Meet IWANTA UREPEEPEE. Whatever you do, don’t call her Black. She’s an African American, proud of the heritage that she’s never bothered to research.
Mia looks her over. Iwanta is wearing a low cut, red, backless dress with red satin gloves up to her well-defined biceps. She’s tall and lean and really likes her own sense of style. Her necklace is chunky cut glass - yellow.
I don’t think Beyonce would ever wear that necklace.
Iwanta drums her long red nails on her skinny hip.
I know for a fact that Jay Z gave her one just like it.
Mia rolls her eyes. They can hear the MEDIOCRE BAND start --
Show time in five. You ready?
Iwanta checks her seams.
I hate this band.
Try not to fight with them tonight.
Just tell them to turn on my CD before my lips move, not after.
Mia rolls her eyes again. She grabs a shimmering blue boa from a hook on the wall. EXITS to the stage.
INT. ONSTAGE - NIGHT (NIGHT 1)
The stage is in the center of the club. There’s a cat walk leading to it so the divas can really strut their stuff. When it’s packed, the club can hold almost 300 people.
That’s Mia’s dream - to fill her club with thirsty patrons, sex starved, lonely, well-adjusted or just plain fucked up. She doesn’t care. Come one, come all to The Doll House. Everyone’s welcome here.
The band is near the wall. Lights spinning, MIA ENTERS from behind the curtain, moving to the music.
Mia’s bear-paw-sized-hand takes the mic from the stand.
She walks the catwalk to the round center stage. Music to The Doll House theme song plays - a 4/4 uptempo beat. Mia sings, sauntering to center stage - arms out to customers --
Night turns into day
and day turns into night
come with me sweet thing
We'll make you feel all right
Ain't got no worries here
Check 'em at the door
if you're lookin' for love
it's here you're sure to score
She stops. Her voice is good but no one claps. ONE MAN almost does, but he’s too bored with life to make the effort. Mia’s enthusiasm is solid - she’s stoked, ready to party.
Welcome to the Doll House! The hardest party in Ogden! Brought to you by yours truly, Mia Fine!
One guy CLAPS - barely.
INT. BACKSTAGE - NIGHT (NIGHT 1)
MUMBLED SOUND of Mia trying to pump up the audience. A SLIM DIVA, dressed like Madonna, looks nervous.
Iwanta looks her over critically.
You best stop eatin’ them twinkies, girl.
Mia ENTERS from the stage. Looks at Madonna, excited --
Sing to the guy on the left. He’s ready to clap. I can feel it.
Mia sighs. Looks at Iwanta.
I’ll be right back.
INT. MIA’S OFFICE - NIGHT (NIGHT 1)
Mia sits at her desk, black with jade flowers. Her executive-style black leather chair doesn’t match but it accommodates her bulk. She sits. Picks up the phone. Dials.
While Mia waits for someone to answer, she picks up a large pink plumed pen and makes some notes on a yellow legal pad.
Her voice changes. It’s more manly.
Yo. I thought we could meet to sign up for the father-son game. Call me. I miss you --
Mia EXITS her office.
INT. MORRETTI KITCHEN - NIGHT (NIGHT 1)
Staring at the cell phone, conflicted, is Frank Jr. He’s 21, self-assured bordering on smug. If Frank were a Teddy Bear, his son would be a giraffe, tall and thin. By the way, Frank, his dad, is Mia Fine.
Writer's excerpt courtesy NYWIFT (NYWIFT.ORG)