Hey, I wrote a musical...
Sophie:
[verse one]
I think about those times,
those moments we used to share.
The world it was our oyster
we lived life without a care.
These books they give me shelter,
so my hopes and dreams can fly.
Each page I turn excites my brain,
with thoughts that never die.
[chorus one]
So long ago,
This love we used to share...
Its weaves inside my mind,
Gets lost so I can find;
This love that has always cared -
There is a knock at the door that cuts Sophie’s song off.
Sophie: ahhck - [a bit frazzled] Oh, yes, hello...who is there?
Nicolas: [opens door and peeks head around the corner] Hello there miss, my name is Nicolas Miller. If I could just have a moment of you most precious and valuable time -
Sophie: [goes over to the door and pushes on it so he can’t come in] No, no, I don’t think my time is that valuable, Sir. Have a nice day -
Nicolas: [cuts off Sophie as she speaks] Hey dame -
Sophie: Dame? [Flabbergasted]
Nicolas: Listen, sweetheart -
Sophie: Sweetheart?! [Pissed off]
Nicolas: [pushes door open, reveals whole self and bursts into the room] All I wanted to know is if you wouldn’t mind listening to my little speech here...these dictionaries don’t sell themselves-
[as he is saying this he looks up at Sophie, who is standing in the middle of the room looking very taken aback. It should be noted that she is wearing for the time, a very sexy flapper style dress with many necklaces, with short ruby coloured hair parted to the side...Nicolas ogles accordingly]
Sophie: What? What are you looking at? Ain’tcha seen woman before in your life?
Nicolas: No...No...I - Wait...yes, I have. Christ, it’s just....wowza. [Looks her up and down]
Sophie: [advancing on him] Now you listen here asshole, I have a right mind here to tell you to get the hell out, or so help me I will call my buddies in here. They have their friends too...why just yesterday one of ‘em showed me his good friend Perry the Pistol-
Nicolas: [suddenly defensive, a bit scared] Listen dollface - I can explain....I’m new here in town. I don’t really know anyone...Hell; I don’t even like this job. Shit hours if you ask me. I’m not gonna advance on ya or anything like that. I don’t do that shit Hun. Where I come from, if anyone does that shit they get shot.
Sophie: [Grins] Nice alliteration.
Nicolas: Come again there sweetheart?
Sophie: Alliteration...you know: the commencement of two or more stressed syllables of a word group either with the same consonant sound or sound group or with a vowel sound that may differ from syllable to syllable?
Nicolas: [blank stare] ... Uh....
Sophie: Are you kidding me? Are you saying you don’t know what that means? You’re a dictionary salesman for fuck’s sakes!!! [throws arms up in the air]
Nicolas: No, I knew what it meant...I just forgot...Lady, I haven’t been in school since I was seventeen; don’t razz me about my grammar. I probably have the worst there is in these parts. [he moves over to the desk and looks at the pile of books, picks up “Mafia for Dummies”]
Hey...why do you have this book-
Sophie: [snatches the book from his hands] Nothing, it’s nothing. Just some light reading...I like to learn about what goes on in this town...yeah...that sort of stuff. Guns...boom...etc.
Nicolas: Uh...Okay then. Never mind...
Sophie: Yeah that’s right never mind.
Nicolas: Okay...
Sophie: Fine then.
Nicolas: I said Okay.
Sophie: Whatever.
Nicolas: [moves away from the desk and over to Sophie] So gorgeous, what’s your name? I mean, it wouldn’t be proper to sell dictionaries to someone that I don’t know...amirite? [gives a wink]
Sophie: Yeah, I guess so....since you were so nice to invite yourself in [rolls eyes]...My name is Sophie, Sophie Trapani.
Nicolas: [blank stare again] Err...
Sophie: What? What did I say now?
Nicolas: Not the Sophie Trapani? You’re Leonard Trapani’s daughter?
Sophie: Yes, that’s me.
Nicolas: [looks around shifting his eyes] I should probably go now.
Sophie: What?! Wait...why are you leaving so quickly? What does it have to do with me being my father’s daughter?
Nicolas: Well, obviously because you are Leonard Trapani’s daughter....you know...biggest mob boss in all of New York City?
Sophie: Yeah, I guess he has a reputation...I wouldn’t really know I’m only his secretary-
Nicolas: But you’re the daughter...of the greatest...mob boss...of these times....[grabs her hand and shakes it with gusto] My name is Nicolas Miller, it is a most wonderful and honourable pleasure to meet you Mrs...Ms?
Sophie: Miss actually...
Nicolas: Ah...good...Miss Sophie. [smiles sweetly, kisses her palm]
Sophie: [blushes madly] Oh...dear me.
Nicolas: Now down to business...
Sophie: Oh, are you still trying to sell me those dictionaries?
Nicolas: Possibly...
Sophie: Well, I have to tell you now, you are out of luck. I own several copies of several types of dictionary, thesaurus, reference articles...
Nicolas: I think I’m in love.
Sophie: Sorry, come again?
Nicolas: I think like...a glove?
Sophie: [laughs] Well, at least you have made me chuckle today Nicolas. Thank you for that. Hey....[she starts to plot]
How about a drink hmm? I know this very cozy cafe down the street, not to far a walk.
Nicolas: [grins wildly] Honey that would be a mighty fine idea.
[They move towards the door, and Nicolas helps Sophie with her coat. He opens the door for her and she nods her head in thanks. They walk out together arm in arm. Blackout.]
Screenwriters note: I hope that you enjoyed a taste of my musical. For the song that Sophie sings, the melody is soft and a piano plays...very full of movement. The action and tension between both Sophie and Nicolas can been almost seen in their dialogue together. Thanks for reading, and creating such a cool assignment!! Cheers, Haley