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Scout on Fame/Mirrored Desire

Int. BLACK BOX - Night

We open to a dark and untidy black box, and we can hear LIGHT TAPPING slowly getting louder. We pan over to a SITTING GIRL staring at a BROKEN MIRROR. JENINE’S EYES are unsettled, waiting for something to distract her. The door CREAKS QUIETLY and JENINE turns abruptly.

KISA 

(closes door)

Its ok , Jenine its only me. I brought the script so you can read it over again, just in case. 

JENINE

(FLIPS MORROR OVER)

Oh, thank you..


We can see KISA walking closer to JENINE from behind the MIRROR.

KISA

Why can’t you get rid of that spoiled mirror? Its broken on one side anyways.

JENINE

NO! I mean- no. It’s- still half good.You would still use a half bad lemon.

KiSA

No, why would I?It’d just be more 

sour.


KISA pauses and we can see her through JENINE’S MIRROR, that is now tinted YELLOW.

KISA(O.S.)

Hey, I have to make sure everyone’s in place on set, just read it over and finish touching up your makeup. Your co-star will  come in after a bit to- um - rehearse.


JENINE FLIPS THE MIRROR AROUND as KISA walks out of the door and SHUTS IT.SCATHING VIOLIN MUSIC becomes more extreme as the camera pans over to JENINE staring at herself through the SHOW MIRROR as her dolled up reflection LAUGHS AT HER. A SINGLE TEAR falls down JENINE’S FACE as the door creaks open yet again, this time from an opposite, closer personal angle. 

NADA

(pulling out a stool)

Is there something wrong?

JENINE rushes to TURN OVER THE MIRROR but NADA CATCHES HER HAND.

Nada(CONT’D)

What is it with you and that - stupid- mirror!Can’t I talk to you without having you flip it around?!

JENINE loosens her grip, surprised that NADA noticed.

Jenine

I just had to check my makeup, alright? 

NADA ALIGNS THE MIRROR so that it is sideways. 

Nada

We’ve rehearsed together too many times, Jenine, for me to believe that. You’re always with it.

JENINE SIGHS as CALMER VIOLIN increases and she LOOKS OFF into the distance. JENINE abruptly FLIPS THE MIRROR as NADA lowers her hand, to reveal a GREEN mirror.

Nada

You- why—

The doors CREAKS OPEN loudly as KISA walks in.

Kisa

Jenine, Nada, we’re on in five, finish up.

KISA closes the door, and JENINE is visibly RELAXED. 

Kisa(CONT’D)

(frustrated)

So you can relax now? can’t you judge me through your own eyes, Jenine? Or are you too adapted to the eyes of the camera?

JENINE pauses, and quiet VIOLIN and SAXOPHONE play as she STANDS UP. JENINE SMILES and her EYES WATER. But then a LOUD SMASHING SOUND is heard from behind her. We turn around with JENINE, but her and KISA are gone, and only a MIRROR broken on both sides is left.

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