Act 2 The School.
Through the main door we pan through the school. There are kids carrying instruments, books, napsacks. It is just like any other school. Pan back to door way. Daryl is there dressed in an a typical dancer’s outfit right out of “Fame.” Red tights, short shorts, leg warmers, an ornage tank top and red headband. He is carrying his Boom Box. He turns on the radio and some old school funk pours out. he hoists it up to his shoulder and begins to walk down the hall.
Pan to cafeteria. It is being used as admittance and schedules. Daryl walks in, music blaring. He puts down the radio pn the closet table and starts walking in a circle, slowly clearing himself a ring. He goes back to the center and starts to pop break dance moves…very badly. He tries to get others to join in, but they are all looking at him as if he is insane. He drops to the floor to end his routine with a horrible windmill and back spin. Students just stare blankly.
He jumps up and yells “Yes!” as a teacher come s up to him.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING? THIS IS A SCHOOL NOT A CIRCUS.
I KNOW, I AM A STUDENT. JUST THOUGHT I WOULD THROW DOWN AND SHOW MY SKILLS. NO NEED TO THANK ME, I LIVE FOR THIS STUFF.
THANK YOU? WHY WOULD I…
He picks up his radio and moves to the table with the D’s.
Out of breath to the student behing the table.
DUMONT, DARYL. DANCER.
REALLY? WHO KNEW?
Hands Daryl his schedule. Daryl looks at it. He looks up to the student behind the desk.
THERE MUST BE A MISTAKE. MY SCHEDULE SAYS HISTORY, MATH, GEOGRAPHY, ENGLISH AND ONLY A FEW DANCE CLASSES.
THIS IS A SCHOOL..WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?
Daryl turns from the table. He looks around him realizing for the first time how young the students are. Fade to flashback.
Fade in to Daryl’s high school, early 80’s. He dressed in slacks and dress shirt and tie. He is at his locker getting out his books. A group of boys approach, all dressed in over the top eighties garb. Tracksuits with sippered sides, baloon pants, heavy jewelery, micheal jackson coats, double breasted coats, gloved hands and of course the Boom Box. Quick pan shows ALL students dressed in 80s garb…except Daryl.
Pushing Daryl a bit
WHAT’S WITH THE SUIT DOOFUS?
IT’S JUST A SHIRT AND PANTS
YOU LOOK LIKE AN ACCOUNTANT SPAZ.
THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH ACCOUNTING!
Looking at his chums
THERE IS IF IT GATS IN THE WAY OFF THIS.
Turns on the boom box. Herbie hancock blast out as the boys start break dancing. Close up on Daryl’s face, eyes wide. Pan down to his foot, it’s tapping. He looks down and realizes he may start dancing. We here his father’s voice “ONE MORE CHANCE DARYL, BUT DANCE AGAIN AND YOU ARE GOING TO ACCOUNTING SCHOOL!”
Daryl turns and runs away.
YEAH RUN GOOBER! YOU CAN’T FACE THE FUNK!
Fade back to Daryl. He walks into the office.
EXCUSE ME, ISN’T THIS THE NEW YORK SCHOOL OF THE ARTS?
I THOUGHT THIS WAS A COLLEGE?
WELL THAT WOULD BE THE NEW YORK COLLEGE OF THE ARTS.
SO I HAVE ENROLLED IN HIGHSCHOOL…AGAIN.
IF YOU ARE A STUDENT? THEN YES YOU HAVE.
whispers to himself.
WHAT HAVE I DONE.
We hear voices swirling around Daryl…DOOFUS, DORK, LOSER, SPACE CADET, WEINER…and so on.