Rock & Lora

Rock & Lora

ROCK & LORA

Musical

Sergey Shipovnik

schipovnik@bk.ru

1-1-1. BROD STREET STREET IN NEW YORK - DAY (ELVIS, PRODUCER, PREFACE)

Elvis with an electric guitar walks on the sidewalk, and jingles, as if rehearsing, to the chords of the blues. He purrs in tune tone. The guitar is connected directly to the electrical box of a lamppost. cord is long (15 m). Elvis reaches the stretching wire at a distance of stretching the wire, and goes to the stretch length opposite to the pole. Sullen people pass by: black, white, mulatto - they are in simple clothes, and look at their feet. On the way of Elvis, a richly dressed gentleman-producer arises. He is wearing a white suit, a white hat, he has long hair, he has a cigar. in the mouth.

PRODUCER

What is your name, loser?

ELVIS

Fuck you ...

Elvis continues to moo and strum on the guitar.

PRODUCER

Yes, you do not twitch, but let's get acquainted. I, after all, the music producer, maybe, heard about Gill Still?

Elvis immediately goes astray and drops a green plastic pick on the asphalt (close-up).

ELVIS

The same Still who spins jazz bands with a half turn? Are you the same Jill Still who worked with Louis Armstrong himself?

PRODUCER

Well, what are you yelling at all Broad Street? Yes, yes, I'm the same Still. And how do you magnify? Maybe a Sir with a Guitar? Or Indian Chief Bear Ear?

ELVIS

No, I'm just Elvis Presley. Beggar and tramp. Eat strongly hunting. Can you lend a few cents to my popcorn? Three days already nothing in the stomach was not. Last money spent on mediators with strings, and the allowance is delayed, they say: there are more unemployed than people.

The producer pulls out a thick wallet and takes out a new crisp dollar from it.

PRODUCER

On, buy yourself something ... Yes, and here is my business card, with the address of the studio. Look tomorrow before dinner, listen to what you can do there. Just take your guitar along with the cord, otherwise we have only banjo, trombones, and saxophones. In general, all the old stuff. Scrap metal, in one word.

Elvis pulls up a wire on the neck, throws the guitar on his shoulder, and goes to the newly-opened New Western bar.

1-1-2.INT.ZAL BARA - DAY (ELVIS, LORA, BARMEN, VISITORS)

Lighting - lanterns on the wall and above the bar. The style of the bar is the USA, "Wild West", the end of the 19th century. Elvis puts the guitar in the corner, jumps into the cowboy saddle at the bar counter and orders whiskey and soda, and a pack of popcorn. Elvis drinks, jumps off the saddle, and goes to the machine with records, crunching corn in his mouth. He lowers the coin into the machine, slow jazz sounds.

ELVIS
(s / c)

Lucky these producers. They have a full purse of money. Business card with treble clef. Studio has its own. And then, for the room there is nothing to pay. We have to climb the fire escape home. The owner of life does not give ...

Elvis again sits in the saddle at the bar. The bell is ringing at the door of the bar. A young, well-dressed lady enters. Elvis looks around and is amazed at her beauty. Close-up: face, light-colored curly hairstyle, then bust, waist, legs in beige nylon stockings. Laura in a striped above the knees flared dress. She walks to the counter and orders a glass of orange juice.

ELVIS

Miss, and you, by chance, do not know: is it autumn or winter on the street today?

LAURA

A young man, I am a decent girl, and with unknown men I do not start talking about nature.

ELVIS

So let's get acquainted. I am the famous guitarist Elvis Presley, maybe heard?

LAURA

It seems .. And I, just Laura Brig. Not ever?

ELVIS

Well, let me ask, what exactly decent girls are doing now? Unless of course it's not a secret.

LAURA

Yes, there are no secrets here. I work on a night call. Service so to speak, salvation.

Elvis scratches the back of his head, confusion and confusion on his face.

ELVIS

Yes-ah ... We do not live like this ...

LAURA

Elvis, what are you playing now - jazz, country or blues?

ELVIS

Yes, everything. Tired of it scary. I want something igniting. Tomorrow I’ll go to music producer Jill Stille for auditions, but I’m not going to do that yet.

At this moment, the last of the records paid by Elvis in the jukebox rolls back into its cell and silence ensues. Laura orders the bartender a bottle of whiskey, puts it in front of Elvis.

LAURA

Couldn't you do something right here? I like to listen to the guitar, but not the acoustic one, but exactly the one with the pickup, so that it rings like in a bell tower.

Elvis immediately invigorates and goes to the corner for a guitar. It is connected to the socket and having slightly adjusted the instrument, takes the first chord. Laura pours him a whole glass of whiskey.

LAURA

Well, come on, rokkovboy, sbatsay something more modern!

Elvis drinks a whole glass and starts blues. Laura screams in his ear.

LAURA

Muzonchik something cool, but it hurts too slow, but you do not know anything more brightly than anything?

ELVIS

Pour another half a glass, maybe, I will remember.

Laura brings Elvis, busy with both hands, to the lips of whiskey, he drinks it, she smokes a cigarette and gives him a couple of times to drag on.

LAURA

Play guitar! Play!

People appear in the bar from the street. Elvis is already with a cigarette in his teeth, begins to throw out from under his feet, and Laura jumps in the saddle, trying to get the musician to the beat. People getting bigger. Music is louder and faster. Some do not want to stand still and shake: some with arms, some with legs, some with head. Free territory in the bar is becoming less and less. Elvis first drops his feet on the saddle, and then on the bar. The roar of the guitar stuns the listeners, but they do not go away, but on the contrary, they start dancing. Laura begins to be oppressed, she also climbs the bar counter, and begins to dance. Her flared dress with white and black stripes flutters like a banner, and all the men present do not take their eyes from under it. Further, the audience picks up Elvis and Laura in his arms, and, above his head, takes him out into the street.

1-1-3.NAT. BROD STREET STREET IN NEW YORK - DAY (ELVIS, LORA, DRIVER, PEOPLE)

Past the bar on the street passes a truck with an open topless - General Motors. People stop him, throw back the tailgate, lift into the body of Elvis and Laura. Broad Street near the bar is filled with passers-by, they have enthusiastic joyful fanatical faces. People are dancing, singing, having fun under the rock and roll. The driver switches the clutch and the car slowly begins to move forward. Then the truck picks up speed, and the crowd of dancers and singers runs after it …

1-1-4. NAT. OCEAN BEACH - DAY (ELVIS, LORA, PEOPLE)

A truck pulls up to the deserted and deserted ocean shore. In the back of Elvis and Laura, he sings and plays, and she dances. Behind the crowd of fanatics runs. A truck without stopping enters the water and floats. People dive and swim next; sing and chant: "rock and roll!"

© SERGEY SHIPOVNIK, 09/28/18

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