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This baby is done. Scene 2
Grace: What a high! That was so much fun performing for the audience. Jen: I know what you mean!!! Michelle: Yeah, that was great. The first time everyone saw the real us! Julie: We’re famous girls. No looking back now. Laura: Yeah! Outside a chant can
be heard. Fans are screaming: PARTYGURLS, PARTYGURLS, PARTYGURLS!!!!
Laura: Who could that be? Michelle: I don’t know? Jen: Some fans that snuck backstage probably. Julie: Maybe. Grace: Let’s stop wondering and open the door. Jen: I’ll do it. Jen walks to the door and opens it. In front of her are dozens and dozens of flowers being held by 5ive bad boys. Girls all act surprised. J: Jolly good show girls! (Hands bouquet of red roses to Jen and kisses her on the cheek.) Abs: Yeah, you girls were simply brilliant! (Hands bouquet of red roses to Grace and kisses her on the cheek.) Ritchie: Where did you learn to dance like that? (Hands bouquet of red, white, pink, yellow roses to Michelle and kisses her on the cheek.) Scott: The fans are still screaming for you! (Hands bouquet of pink roses to Julie and kisses her on the cheek). Sean: They love you! (Hands bouquet of yellow roses to Laura and kisses her on the cheek). All PARTYGURLS girls give them strange looks, stunned at the sudden apperance. Jen: Wait a second don’t you hate us? Grace: Yeah I remember the whole lying to us discussion. Julie: You stormed out of our apartment. Michelle: Sobbing. Laura: Upset. Five look at each other as Ritchie steps forward. Ritchie: Sean told us about how he knew all along and how you were trying to protect your image. We honestly didn’t know. We wish you would have trusted us with the truth about who you are. We wouldn’t have cared. In fact we think it’s brilliant. All of Five nod heads
in agreement.
Jen: So you’re saying that now you know that we’re PARTYGURLS you like us? Grace: Why is this like déjà vu? Julie: Because it is. Laura: We don’t know if you like us for ourselves or our “celebrity”. (Says sarcastically as she makes notion with fingers.) Michelle: Yeah. (She had nothing better to say.) J: But this is different… (stammers….) Jen: HOW JASON PAUL BROWN? J: Because….ummm…help me out here lads. Scott: Because you like us? (Adds weakly….) Julie: (Scoffs) That’s a stretch. Five boys look distraught. Abs: How about because we understand how you feel? Grace: PLEASE. Going the emotions route. (Waves widely to the boys for emphasis as she turns to the girls shaking her head in disgust.) Ritchie: Can we at least be…friends? Grace ROLLS EYES. Sean: (Who has remained silent this whole time speaks) We are touring together you know…. PARTYGURLS: WHAT?! Sean: And I thought that maybe we should introduce ourselves since we haven’t officially met. I’m Sean. (Moves forward to shake PARTYGURLS’s hands) Laura smiles. Jen smiles. Julie smiles. Grace smirks. (Hey has to be different). Michelle giggles. (She doesn’t like being one of the crowd! She’s her own person.) Screen fades momentairly
as all embrace each other in a GROUP HUG.
Laura: Did you think I was going to ruin the story? See how unappreciated I am!….Nope….. Here’s what happens….The girls and I go on to do shows, promotional tours, make tons of money and live in a home built by lottery winners who have decided to all live to gether to save money. That's us! Five crazy girls from Vacaville- Yes Grace, you’re from there too!…And for Five…well let’s just say that all those issues from before that weren’t well RESOLVED…well that’s a whole other story..we’ll save that for the sequel. God my screenplay rules. Matt and Ben aren't you proud? How about we do lunch to discuss a possible collaboration? (Winks). JC from N*SYNC appears with a cup of coffee and grabs Laura’s hand. Laura smiles at camera. Laura: N*SYNC RULES! JC sing to me BABY! (They walk off into the darkness as JC belts out his verse of "This I Promise You".) Antonio Sabato, Jr. appears on screen. Grace jumps out. GRACE: OH YEAH. This is what I’m talking about! Fade to butt shot of Antonio. Grace gleefully laughs. Screen goes black. THE END. Or is it? It's FINISHED.
IT'S DONE. WICKED. OVER. PEACE. OUT.
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