Here are two scenes from FLEAPORT. Choose one, shoot it, and post it on our "Alexander's and Fleaport" Facebook page. Good Luck!
The place is bustling with vendors moving in. The place is jumping from the sounds coming from the sound system. PHILIP REED, mid-twenties, blue eyes, curly, dirty blond hair, is taking off his tie, while sitting at the MANAGER’S table with SUSAN DUBROWSKI, an early thirties, short, stocky woman with spiked blond hair, tattoos and a cigarette pack visible in her shirt pocket. Susan introduces him to BARBRA MONROE, a thirty something, very buxom red head, bangs, low cut dress, flirting with him right from the beginning.
Philip, this is Barbra Monroe, Babs, from Barbra’s Bras.
Philip comes around the table to shake hands as Barbra bends down to pick up her bag. Philip gets an eyeful as Susan gets an eyeful of Philip getting an eyeful and everyone is happy.
Welcome to FleaPort Barbra. We hope to see more of you. I mean, well, welcome.
Thank you Philip. Call me Babs. I hope you DO see more of me. I’ll be glad to show you my line. If you know what I mean.
As Barbra sashays away adjusting her breasts in her bra. Susan smiles smugly at Philip, who is ten shades of red and he spreads his hands as if to say, "What? What?" LOUIS MANDEL, mid-twenties, dark hair, handsome, but with an arrogance about him comes over as Barbra is leaving and his mouth just drops open as he watches her walk away.
Louis gives him a curious look and walks away. DAVID BYRNES from security, wearing a sharkskin grey shirt, tight chinos and cowboy boots is flirting with FERN ROCCO, thirty-ish, short brown hair, cute figure, wearing cowboy boots at her booth ‘Maid for Walking’.
I’ll bet you’re a man eater, cute as you are.
(batting her eyes)
Shoot, I’m just a poor ‘eyetalyn’ girl just tryin’ to make good.
RON CUTILLO, Italian, mid-forties, Coppertone tan, pony tail, sandals with socks. Heavy, with salt and pepper hair comes over, holding a paper bag, and calls over David. David looks pissed as he smiles his way from Fern.
Vito tells me he saw someone stuff something into the oil intake valve. It could have been one hell of a mess in here. I think somebody’s trying to sabotage our opening, and I need to warn Phil.
Did he see who it was?
No, but pay a little more attention to the place and not the action. Get my drift.
David nods and leaves, winking at Fern along the way.