a screenplay for women

It’s a rainy day in Los Angeles. My best friend Ashley and I had been dodging the torrential rain through ubers, coffee shops, and Silverlake staple restaurants.

We finally catch a break and decide to make the 15 minute walk to our next destination. With the coffee shop in sight, it begins to rain again. Hard.

My Samy’s Camera beanie gets the best of the rain, and my bangs and lavender hair immediately are drenched. Drops of water collect on my bangs and fall onto my eyes. But I don’t seem to care.

I feel alive. And you can see it.

EXT. Shepard Fairey’s studio (unbeknownst to us)

A folding table is set in front of the doors to a closed studio gallery. Two people are standing and looking down at the cardboard vessels holding five different, familiar posters.

A printed sign says “Please be respectful and take one.”

I choose a poster and look outside at the rain. I zero in on the way it collects in a mini flood on the sidewalk and wonder what i’ll feel tomorrow at the march in Los Angeles. A wave of pride and the excitement for my generation to be physically part of something greater than themselves washes over me.

Just like the mini flood running down Sunset Boulevard.