All That's Left.

It's the story of actors, their struggles and the great epiphany of rising to be a star. 6 actors working and awaiting their big break. Each has a story on why and how to break in. And then it happens. The academy puts out a nation wide hunt for a missing Oscar from an old award winning movie. If the award is found and returned, $10,000 and a part in a movie will be guaranteed. These six understand it's a chance they want to take. All six roomies, head to LA from NYC. Read along as the great search is on. They all plan and execute what might find the trophy and get the reward. See what happens and how it turns out. Read: "All that's left."

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“All that's Left.”{A screen-play}

by

Danny Eugene Allen

Copyright 2024 Danny Eugene Allen

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---[Scene I, Part I:] At home.---

Start: Steve was prepping his usual left-over Pizza from his job.  He loved Omo's Italian Bistro's Specialty Heart-Attack Pizzarama.  Located on 5th and Claske, around the corner from his favorite vintage flick-house...  All sorts of people watched and ate there.  He had taken the S-subway uptown to the manufacturer building district/turned apartment-building...  He and five others co-rented a 6-room apartment at the laclustre price of $750 each...  They had included all the hot-water, heat and self-cleaning they desired.

He, Mac, Bill, Scott, Pat and Ray survived squashed-only, residing their life's work of wanting to be actors.  They were home-grown; 3 from Boston, 2 from Minnesota and he was from Iowa.  He loved acting.  Every since grade school when he lied his way through to teachers and students.  His parents didn't mind because they were like-minded, and kind-hearted people; who didn't worry but shown simple-s to everyone...

...He was more discreet than that.  Playing hookey from school, going to the upscale stores and riding the buses across the middle-sectors of Yonkers helping teach and occupy his time.  He was a natural-talent.  Now he was always searching for a cattle-call, from the Big Apple...  ...Ray was also a neutral-talent from Boston, and somewhat of a “poker-shark”...  He worked as an intake-worker for Brooklyn NYPD...  He could write-up a crime like a “CSI”-memorandum.  He was so talented he could solve a case in 3-dockets.  But he knew, his place was acting.  He knew TV's murder-dramas without knowing what was the crime...

Bill, Scott, Mac were acting show-men; lending their talents to stage in Minneapolis and St. Paul.  But ran a snow-truck in-winter.  Their work and duty was left to find their way to the metropolis.  Intensity and entity, drew them to “unite” as future-acting ensembles Art-acting.  It was and is bulwark, the active-experience made and paid for.  They were common-attendees to the acting-pantheon.  It was an ensemble of period and portrayal, intended and incurred.  So after arriving home every one talked-over the day's events, news, duties and underscores...

---[Part 2, Scene 5]---

Ray and Scott were Yankee fans to a degree, but only as inhabitants.  Bill and Mac, spent time playing advanced video-games, but always left-it; to gain acting-information...  Steve was the most engaged and entertaining.  He had star-friends, from the area...  They tried to stay where the action was.  Visits to LaGuardia, the Cafes-uptown and on into Manhattan...

“...Hey, Billy, Bob..”.  “You see the try-outs for Broadway-off-off plays?”  Sure, I got seats and a call-back appointment...  He loved and enjoyed being a waiter, a stand-in, and call-up because he was needed this-way.  That was he's “meat and potatoes”...  He'd cross-town in a Nor' Easter to be even considered  for a-shot...  What most people didn't know, he was a regular-announcer for the tour-group of Broadway-tourisms.  He'd made himself a credible-instead of a critic...

Steve, was watching the 700th reruns of cancelled-TV shows...  He knew acting like a Chess-game.  He wasn't the smart-ass, just the most-refined.  Bill was a Magna Cum Laude he earned a Masters at 20...  He was a reporte-of-life and its events.  He was an instinctive-crafter of things in the scenes and schemes-of life.  And so reliance and reputable, was as a very unique and credible-acccount.  That it was an endearing caveat in intention and encounter.  That it was a worthy  and worthwhile-conjugate.  He had an articulate-mind.  But he understood life-of-performance was an esteem and scheme-with challeges...