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Full Swing
So this is really happening? Okay I guess it is.
So, a friend suggested that I write Full Swing as though it were a play, and so it shall be. The dA link (without proper formatting) Full Swing Prologue Scene 1- 11 Years Ago, the baseball field Scene opens on a cool autumn afternoon. Camera pans/curtains open on a park with a large field for children and their parents to run around and play sports. Large fences surrounding paved baseball diamonds can be seen in the corners of the park, with football/soccer nets in the center of the field. Children can be heard playing together and with their parents. Camera pans closer/lights focus on a specific group at the park; a man and a woman with a small child, sitting in the dugout of one of the baseball fields. The man steps out of the dugout, carrying an old, wooden baseball bat with a crack running down the middle, held together by a tightly knotted red-and-white piece of fabric. Following behind him is the young child, adorned in a Little League baseball uniform. He is holding a baseball mitt several times too large for himself, and a baseball. The man stops at the pitcher's mound, and the boy catches up to him and stops as well. Timothy: Are you ready, Tatsuku? The young boy nods. Timothy: Good boy. Now, give me my mitt (he reaches out to Tatsuku who hands him his father's baseball mitt) and the ball I'll be pitching to you (the boy passes over the ball as well). And, you take this… (he gently hands over the worn bat to Tatsuku, who finds the large wooden pole unwieldy before balancing it in both his hands.) Good. You look like a perfect little slugger! (he smiles) Now, then, son. Go stand over there, by that rubber plate in the far back, and I'll toss the ball and you swing as hard as you can. Don't be afraid of anything. Just relax and make a perfect, full swing. Can you do that for me, big guy? Tatsuku nods. Timothy: Good boy. Okay, get ready… Tatsuku holds the bat steady in his hands as he walks over to the home plate, and stands in a southpaw batting position. Timothy stands tall, grinning. He readies the ball in his hand, and in one smooth motion, pitches a fastball at Tatsuku, who swings his bat and hits the ball. The ball goes soaring over Timothy's catching hand and a long ways past the baseball diamond. Timothy is pleased, but is caught off-guard by Tatsuku's sudden sobbing. In the dugout, the woman can be seen distressed as well, but, although hesitant, she doesn't get up from the wooden bench within the fence. Timothy rushes over to Tatsuku's side and kneels down. Timothy: (distressed) What is it, Tatsuku? What's wrong? Why are you crying? Did I hurt you with my pitch? Or did you hurt yourself? Young Tatsuku: Tasukete! Tasukete! (Help! Help!) The bat! Daddy's bat! Timothy looks down at the ground. The old wooden bat is now lying on the ground beside Tatsuku, and has completely split down the center in spite of the tied fabric, all the way to the taped grip around the handle. Timothy looks back up at his son and flashes a huge grin, and leans forward, hugging him tightly. Tears can be seen in his eyes. Timothy: Oh, don't cry. Don't cry, big guy. It's okay, it's okay. It's just a bat. I'm not angry. I'm so happy for you, Tatsuku. So happy. Don't cry, okay? Tatsuku looks up at his father, and slowly returns the warm embrace. He is still sobbing, but much more gently and is calming down. Young Tatsuku: It's okay…? Daddy's bat is okay? Timothy: (nodding) It'll be fine. It's just an old bat. I don't need it anymore. Come on. I'm so proud of you. I'll even get you your own bat. We'll get a matching pair. Come on, don't cry now. Everything's okay. Young Tatsuku: (sniffling) R-really? You'll get me my really own bat? Timothy: (smiles) Yes. We'll both get our own bats. We'll go right now. Come on! Wait till you tell Mr. Nolan that you hit your first home run! Tatsuku is ecstatic. He breaks away from his father and starts leaping up and down. The tears of sadness have now become that of joy. The woman in the dugout gets off the bench and walks over to the two at the home plate. Mayumi: So what happened, Tatsuku-chan? Young Tatsuku: Mommy! Mommy! I hit my first home run! My first home run! Really! With Daddy's bat! And Daddy's going to get me my own bat and we're going to see Mr. Nolan and everything! Really! Mayumi: (smiling) Aww, I'm so proud of you! (bends down, hugging Tatsuku) You really are your father's son, aren't you! Come on. We'll go see Mr. Nolan together with your daddy and then we'll go home and have a nice dinner. How does that sound? Timothy: That sounds fantastic. I'm sure our little slugger here will really enjoy that. Come on, let's go now. We're going to go see Mr. Nolan Timothy begins walking away from the baseball field, with Tatsuku following closely behind, skipping happily and dragging the broken bat behind him, with Mayumi slowly walking behind Tatsuku. Timothy picks up the baseball Tatsuku hit, which landed a good distance away from the diamond, and pockets it. Camera pans off/lights dim as the three enter their car/exit off stage. Last edited by LiteTheIronMan; August 3, 2011 at 07:49:26 AM. Reason: So, let me know if you guys like it in the comments on the dA page or post in this thread, and I'll write more for you guys. |
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FULL SWING Act 1 Scene 1: Reeds Residence -Hillary's Room -7:00 AM -Monday, March 1st, 2013 Camera fades from black and focuses on a single bedroom. The bedroom is painted light blue. Several posters of various boy bands and other rock stars adorn the walls. A mirror with a table in front of it for applying makeup lies against the shorter wall nearest the door. There is a dresser with some women's clothes hanging out of it. More clothes are tossed on the floor- some of them appear to be a man's clothes. In the bed, against the two walls farthest from the door, sleeps Tatsuku, with a beautiful, brown-haired woman in his arms, facing away from him. They are clothed in pajamas, although Tatsuku is bare chested, and are under warm sheets. There is a nightstand besides the bed. A clock on the nightstand begins sounding the snooze alarm. The woman wakes abruptly. Hillary: (wakes with a start, observes the clock) Ohh! It's seven. (her eyes are half-open, half closed. She rubs her eyes with one hand and drowsily operates the ringing alarm with the other) Stupid... piece of ****... trying to sleep! The alarm is silenced. Hillary slips back under the sheets. Tatsuku slowly wakes. He sees Hillary still in his arms, and smiles, kissing her neck. Tatsuku: Good morning, Hillary. Hillary: (she rotates herself so she faces Tatsuku) Good morning. Did I wake you up? Tatsuku: Yeah, but don't worry about it. I need to be up early anyway. Hillary: Oh, that's right. Practice. Tatsuku: Mmhm. Hillary gets out of bed to make room for Tatsuku to get up as well. He walks to the dresser and opens it. He pulls out a pair of jeans, a black T-shirt, a green and yellow letterman jacket with a W emblazoned on the left breast, and a same-colored bag with two baseball bats in it. As he undresses and puts on the clothes, Hillary climbs back into bed. Tatsuku: You don't have to be there for a while, right? Hillary: Nope. (she stretches, yawning) Don't have first or second period second semester. Tatsuku: (smiles) Lucky. I've got practice in the morning. But, I get out sooner. Hillary: Well, that's because you're in off-season. Tatsuku: That's not true. I have like five games before June. Hillary: Five. You're in off-season. Tatsuku: No I'm not! Tatsuku playfully picks up a pillow from the ground and tosses it at Hillary, who catches it and tosses it back. Tatsuku lets it fall to the ground. He walks through a door close to the bed. The sink can be heard running. Tatsuku is brushing his teeth. Hillary: When will you get back? Tatsuku: (spits into the sink) Around two, but I might go pick up groceries for your parents if they ask. Hillary: Okay. I'll go with you then? Tatsuku: If you get back before I go. (he walks out of the bathroom and leans into the bed, kissing Hillary on the cheek) I'm going. See you later. Tatsuku exits. He can be heard heading down stairs. A door opens, and a motorcycle engine starts and fades into the distance. Hillary rolls over in bed and goes back to sleep. End scene. |
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