A SHORT MUSICAL ROMANCE SCREENPLAY
THE SUN IS DANCING...by Alexander Kalinkin
Genre: Musical, A Jazz Romance
Category: Short Film Screenplay
FADE IN /from the sun glare /
Splashes of the morning sun are playing on the rippling surface of a small lake. A nice saxophone melody is sounding off screen. Credits float and dissolve in bright splashes.
EXT. A CITY PARK. MORNING
We see a pretty musician (SUE, early 20's) in a frayed jeans suit playing the shining silver saxophone. Now her slender fingers freeze on white keys in the last chord. She fixes her long dark hair and stays for a while admiring the view.
Clasping the black instrument-case Sue walks quickly along a park path. In a moment she glances back. Following her look we see a young man with a big ginger dog jogging along another path to the same lake where the sunrays are playing.
FADE IN (from sun splashes on the lake surface)
Sunrays are dancing on the water surface. The camera slowly pans showing leaves of surrounding trees, which are also full of the light.
The young man (CARL, mid 20's) dressed in a tracksuit stays on a path looking at this wonderful scene. A big ginger dog is wandering around smelling grass and flowers.
Carl murmurs something uncertainly, then abruptly takes a pocketbook out of his jacket and starts to type. We see how black letters appear on the screen.
CARL (whispering, typing on): The sun is dancing its pensive blues Upon enchanted leaves… (a sigh, then thoughtfully) I'd wish to hear this music one day… the music of the dancing sun…
The dog starts barking at him.
CARL (grinning): Yeah, Chap, your music is well enough but not for this case…
The dog barks on.
CARL (putting his pocketbook back): You'd want to walk… Okay, we're going… already going…
Carl gives the dog a stroke.
CARL (jumping): Let's run, Chap!
The friends run along the path. Strikes of a tower-clock are heard.
CARL (glancing at his wrist-watch): It's time to run home, Chap. Sorry. Big Boss will scold again… You know… (mimicing) Carl, you're always late. Hu-uf! Today is Friday. Hu-uf! The last workday… You know… Let's go faster!
The friends quicken their run and soon disappear behind trees.
INT. A SUBWAY TUNNEL. MORNING
A high-speed train is flying through the cold dark space scorching it with rumble and light.
FADE IN /from darkness to the day light/
EXT./INT. A BUSY CITY STREET. MORNING
Carl goes out from a subway station. Now he is in a severe grey suit. He glances at his wristwatch. His steps become quicker. His look slides along the stream of passing-by cars. But soon he noticed the familiar sunrays dance on windshields, roofs and hoods of drifting cars. Carl smiles. And at this very moment he hears a quiet music, which is so in tune to the dance that he stops. The music is flowing from windows of a cosy cafe nearby. Don't thinking about time Carl turns to its entrance.
As the young man enters, a charming music of a saxophone starts to play louder and other jazz instruments echoes it. Carl stays in the doorway staring at a beautiful musician /Sue/ in a bright golden dress and her jazz band friends. The sunrays are streaming through wide windows dancing on silver instruments and on the girl's dress.
The morning cafe is almost empty and Sue notices the lonely visitor. She has seen him in the park. Their looks cross for an instant. It is like a scorching flash of a flame /accompanied with sound and visual effects/.
Carl goes out of the door. He looks at the wristwatch and almost runs to his office.
INT. CARL'S OFFICE. DAY
We see flittering episodes of a busy office life - white-collar workers sit by computers, a keyboard and fingers quickly pressing keys, phone ringing, paper rustling. Then the episodes are changing each other faster and faster…
EXT./INT. THE SAME BUSY STREET. LUNCHTIME
Carl buys flowers and heads to the cafe. Jazz music is sounding from windows. Carl smiles and walks humming the melody.
The young man enters into the cafe. The girl doesn't notice him. Now all her feelings are in the melody. Her eyes are half-closed, slender fingers are flittering on white keys of the saxophone.
Carl takes a place near to the stage. He orders a glass of orange juice but don't even touch it enjoying the charming performance and the beautiful inspired face of the girl. Now the melody is ceasing. Carl stands up and presents flowers to Sue.
SUE(smiling, surprisingly looking at his eyes): Thank you…
CARL(confusingly): No-no, thank YOU… I've never heard anything like this… It's… just awesome… Thank you…
Embarrassing Carl returns to his table, quickly sits down, drinks the glass of juice at once, jerkily stands up and heads to the door. First chords of new music reach him. It's another melody, the melody of love… He glances back and meets her sudden look. The second flash of scorching flame.
Carl is slowly walking along the street towards his office. The melody of love blues is sounding as a background.
INT. CARL'S OFFICE. DAY
The same room with computers and white-collar workers, the same busy rhythm of the life - keys clicking, phone ringing, paper rustling… But the love blues, the sax is playing as a background. The music becomes louder and soon all other sounds are gradually loosing in the thrilling chords.
EXT. THE STREET NEARBY THE CAFE. LATE EVENING
Carl walks to and fro opposite the illuminated windows of the cafe. From time to time he casts glances to the door. He is inventing various ways how to come to the nice performer. He got used to communicate with computers, his colleagues were always only environments of his digital world and… this girl is a handsome inhabitant of a completely other world, of the world where the sun is dancing…
Suddenly Carl hears merry voices and laughs behind a corner of the building. Sue and her friends go into the street. They're passing by and discussing something lively. It seems that nobody notices Carl. He follows the company with a waiting look and… as an answer Sue glances back. Their eyes meet again - new flash of the scorching flame!
Carl hastens to the station sighing and looking back from time to time.
Gradually surrounding nightlights of the city started to whirl in accordance to sounds of blues. They are whirling faster and faster rising up to the starry sky.
FADE IN /from a sudden bright flash of a distant star/
EXT. A CITY PARK. MORNING
The sun is playing with rays on the rippling surface of the lake and upon leaves of trees around. Carl stays thoughtfully looking at this play of light.
The big ginger dog smells at the air something suspicious. His ears prick up. Don't noticing it Carl takes his pocketbook out and opens yesterday lines.
CARL (reading): The sun is dancing its pensive bluesUpon enchanted leaves... /a sigh/ The light heart music slowly flows /a pause/ Echoing by your breath... /a sad smile/
Carl glances at the sunrays dancing and types new lines. While writing last words he suddenly stops. Sounds of the familiar melody are heard. A saxophone is playing somewhere near.
Carl looks around. He hides the pocketbook and goes towards nice sounds. The dog runs ahead and disappears behind trees. Carl follows him and comes out to the lake bank where the beautiful musician stays playing the shining silver saxophone. The big ginger dog sits down by her feet.
A strike of a tower-clock is floating above the park. Carl and Sue walk along the path. We hear their merry voices and laugh. Now the sunrays is dancing on the happy faces and a nice jazz melody is sounding…
FADE OUT (to sun splashes)
(C) 2008 Alexander Kalinkin,
WGA Reg # 1230109
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