Here's the first part of a screenplay I'm working on. It's a story based pretty closely on the Book of Esther, although set in modern America, in the world of politics and media. Give it a read if you like.
View from the back of the White House Press Room, the platform is empty except for the podium and two flags, the chairs are filled, journalists making last minute notes and talking to each other. In the left corner by the platform stands a Secret Service agent, while the right wall is lined with cameramen holding shoulder-mounted news cameras.
Jean sits in the second to last row of chairs, holding a digital tablet, preparing to record audio and take notes. View of podium from her perspective, over the heads of the journalists in the dozen or so rows in front of her. She turns and looks back at the line of reporters standing behind the last row of chairs, they wait quietly for the President to appear. Jean faces forward and sits up straighter, looking over the heads at Deborah, a woman in the first row of chairs talking quickly to the man sitting next to her.
The President enters the room and steps up to the podium.
PRESIDENT LANG January twenty-fifth, two thousand eighteen, will be remembered, not merely as a tragic day, but more significantly as a day when truth prevailed over falsehood. The people who died in Dubthach Stadium yesterday, the fathers, caring patriarchs of bright, beautiful families. The mothers, loving protectors and nurturers of vibrant, happy children. The sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, who all gathered to celebrate life together peacefully… They came to watch a basketball game in the company of those they know and value most, their closest family and friends. (Continued at link above)
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Reconstitution
(Part I)
View from the back of the White House Press Room, the platform is empty except for the podium and two flags, the chairs are filled, journalists making last minute notes and talking to each other. In the left corner by the platform stands a Secret Service agent, while the right wall is lined with cameramen holding shoulder-mounted news cameras.
Jean sits in the second to last row of chairs, holding a digital tablet, preparing to record audio and take notes. View of podium from her perspective, over the heads of the journalists in the dozen or so rows in front of her. She turns and looks back at the line of reporters standing behind the last row of chairs, they wait quietly for the President to appear. Jean faces forward and sits up straighter, looking over the heads at Deborah, a woman in the first row of chairs talking quickly to the man sitting next to her.
The President enters the room and steps up to the podium.
PRESIDENT LANG
January twenty-fifth, two thousand eighteen, will be remembered, not merely as a tragic day, but more significantly as a day when truth prevailed over falsehood. The people who died in Dubthach Stadium yesterday, the fathers, caring patriarchs of bright, beautiful families. The mothers, loving protectors and nurturers of vibrant, happy children. The sons and daughters, brothers and sisters, who all gathered to celebrate life together peacefully… They came to watch a basketball game in the company of those they know and value most, their closest family and friends.
(Continued at link above)