The Artists Are Cooking

So LET 'EM COOK!!

A note to the artists

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Formatting is not showing through on the published website page, which is awful. I’ve tried everything and nothing worked, so I instead gave each character a color for their dialogue to help differentiate. I’m not sure that it was 100% necessary, but maybe it makes it easier anyways?

INT. AOA IS COOKING – EVENING

ANGELA, KYLIE, PATRICK, and JEREMY step into the cozy restaurant. It’s dimly lit and extremely fancy – waiters are dressed in black tie suits, the tables are a dark mahogany wood, polished and pristine. Black fabric napkins are folded and set atop each plate. Din is present but not loud.

Angela leads the pack and then looks around as they all stand at the hostess stand.

With one glance, the HOSTESS knows exactly who they are. The artists.

She briskly leads them to a table with upholstered booth seating, near the kitchen. Kylie and Angela sit on one side, and the boys take the other.

The hostess takes their drink orders and walks away.

Patrick folds his hands on the table and leans in.

Just then, THE CHEF walks up to their table.

He turns his menu around for them all to see.

She turns her menu around, too.

Kylie peeks over at it and then back at her own and points to a line of the drink menu.

Jeremy sneakily pulls out his phone, which has a webpage open on it.

Mr. On blast sounds out from their booth. A couple near a window turns their heads toward the table.

Jeremy repeats the audio, louder this time.

More heads turn. Someone gives a look.

Mr. On blast plays one more time. Angela grabs his phone out of his hands then, despite him trying to yank it away in time. She triumphantly turns it off and sets his phone on her booth between her and Kylie.

He pretends to pout.
(I know what you’re thinking, Jeremy: “I don’t ever pout!” Just go along with it, okay?)

She points to a table near the window where a couple sits, still staring, a little perturbed.

The Chef clears his throat.

They all look somewhat sheepishly toward him.

No, pleas-a. I do not mean to embarrass any of you. I only wanted to introduce you to our specials of the week and to encourage you, after you have tried a dish, please write a review on our website, in ze comments undzer ze dish you tried.
Zat is all. Pleas-a, enjoy your evening.
Mademoiselle Angela, your complimentary wine and canoli will be out shortly. Mademoiselle Kylie, I will curate a special margarita just for you, that has no Chutney in it. And, um, shrimp for the table. On me.

He winks as he heads back to the kitchen. Back super straight. It’s then that you realize how tall his hat is. And that means he cooks really really well. So you should really try his dishes. Like, really, you really should.

Explore the menu, here!!

Chef turns back around, a glorious smile on his face – as though it’s the greatest thing that someone would ever ask him that.

FIN!

Post-Script Notes:

I can’t believe I never fit “girls talk veggies” into this. I meant to, and I forgot, because the dialogue just kept rolling out, lol, and then suddenly we were at the end.

Also, I have no idea why Pat ended up being talked over so much in this script, but that’s kind of how it worked out.
Not based on real events.
Also, I obvi wasn’t going to encourage the “talk over Ang” trope, so that wasn’t ever going to happen in this 😌🫢🏻

Also, unfortunately, my vote lies in music permissions going back to Pat – I love the Patreon sound board. But music clips from YouTube are far too loud, and Jeremy trolls over everybody when he has the controls 😭
Random note, too: the screenshare doesn’t do the fancy in-theatre thing when Jer screenshares. Idky, because it took a while of Pat screensharing for it to do it, but it finally did start consistently sharing within the theatre, but now we’re back to full-screen cut-ins, so we miss everyone’s reactions πŸ₯Ί

This was a long note, sorry πŸ˜