welcome The Time.
Sudden APPLAUSE and CRIES. Vanity and
Jill turn directly into the path of
Prince, descending the Steps of the
stage. Vanity gasps, LOCKS eyes with
him. Jill seems to jump out of her skin
— it’s obvious she has a crush on him
Hi ya, Prince — God I liked
that song, it’s real fun.
She fidgets uncontrollably, Vanity’s
card burning a hole into her hand.
Prince glances at the card, then stares
at Vanity, the ripeness of her look
paralyzing. He tears his eyes away,
puts on his sunglasses, looks toward the
(18A) INT. CLUB — NEAR STAGE — NIGHT
MORRIS and The Time rip into a funk tune
called “Jungle Love.” Their stranglehold
on the audience is instantaneous.
Morris struts across the stage like a
panther, playing to the audience with a
relish. His eyes fastened on Prince —
his pride unmistakable.
PRINCE watches Morris a moment, then
eyes Vanity again. The heat between
them is apparent. Vanity’s heart is
pounding, she’s not sure what to do.
She keeps her eyes on Morris, hoping
that a Solution will present itself.
PRINCE watches as Jill tacks the card to
a board behind the bar. Sizing up the
situation quickly, he again glances at
Vanity — but her eyes are fastened on
Morris. Feeling terribly shy and
thinking there’s nothing he can do to
divert her attention away from him, he
reluctantly heads for the front door.
Vanity finally hits upon something to