Friday, June 22, 2012

A script I won't write, but you might.

Screenplay: The Voice
Queens or some other New York neighborhood, now or a few years past. 20-year-old Dominic Romano is a waiter at a popular Italian restaurant. He's handsome, likable, optimistic. His greatest vice: Hesmokes far too much. And while he loves to sing, he doesn't have much of a voice. Early in the film we see him annoying management by taking too many cigarette breaks and offending other servers with his singing.  One day he develops a throat problem. After several tests he finds he has a tumor that has to be removed. When it is he, remarkably, has a great singing voice. Collage: him moving from small clubs to the big time and record deal. He's thrilled, he's famous, he's rich. His career is moving along swimmingly for years. Then the biggest break of all; Carnegie Hall. Tons of publicity, rivers of ticket sales.  A dream come true. Followed by a disaster one week before the concerts.  Another lesion. More tests. The diagnosis. He needs another throat operation to save his life. After this one, he may even lose his speaking voice. He has to decide quickly. He does. Rather than surrender his greatest moments of glory to a life of ignominious anonymity,  he chooses to go forward with the concert even if it means possible death shortly after. Naturally he last scene is him on stage basking in the adoration of the crowd and singing what is sure to be the Academy Award winning theme song.

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