Comedy, by Ken Bradbury, 2011

A spoiled starlet finally makes an acting break-through.

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8 - 10 minutes

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An excerpt …

(waiting. waiting.)

LOUIE: The fans love her.

MORGAN: The fans don’t know her.  (looking up) Ah gosh … look at that! We’re losing the sun! We can’t shoot this scene after dark!

LOUIE: We shoulda started earlier.

MORGAN: We can’t start earlier! The great Natasha Diva doesn’t get up until 2 in the afternoon!  Go get her!

LOUIE: The last time I went to get her …


LOUIE: She threw something at me.

MORGAN: Threw what?

LOUIE: I don’t know. But it was very large and very heavy and it broke the door. It was either a washing machine or a very fat cat.

NATASHA: (entering … flowingly … grandly) I’m here, darling!

MORGAN: (suddenly the ingratiating, sickeningly sweet director) Natasha! Sweetheart! You’re early! (Louie enters, cowering)

NATASHA: Have you been waiting long?

MORGAN: I guess I showed up six hours early. We all did. Are you ready for the scene?


MORGAN: We’re shooting the final scene of the movie.

NATASHA: Really? Now?

MORGAN: Uh … that’s what these hundreds of people and all those horses are standing around for. We have to shoot the final scene.

NATASHA: What’s it about?

MORGAN: The scene?

NATASHA: The movie. I haven’t been paying attention. Louie darling, would you fetch me some ice water? I’m beginning to get parched.

(she thinks some of the props are real)

MORGAN: Cut! Beautiful! (helping Natasha up) What a performance!

NATASHA: (blubbering, spitting sand from her mouth) What?

LOUIE: Beautiful!

NATASHA: You nearly killed me!

MORGAN: You’re lookin’ at an Oscar, Miss Diva!

NATASHA: A what?

MORGAN: An academy award! That was brilliant!

LOUIE: So real!

MORGAN: So real!

LOUIE: Authentic!

MORGAN: Authentic! When those scorpions began crawling up your leg … the look of terror in your eyes!

NATASHA: You don’t say?

MORGAN: And the horses! Live horses leaping over you, their dangerous hooves just inches from your head!

NATASHA: Is my hair okay? I was … you mean I was really that good?

MORGAN: Good? You were great!

LOUIE: Great!


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