Girly PhoneI wrote this without using a cell phone more than three times. And no, I do not live in a shack in Montana.It's Kentucky. (We are in a library. There is a crowd of people, sitting and reading at a desk. At the front is a man with two girls, one on either side of him. Suddenly, the silence is broken by the custom ring-tone of a cell phone. It plays the girly song of the day like "Soak Up the Sun" or "Complicated," for the purposes of this draft we will use the latter. The man begins to reach for his phone but catches himself. It continues to ring as more annoyed faces turn and glare at him.) Girl: Pick it up Avril. (There is no response; she nudges him) Man: I'm sorry? Girl: Your phone. The one blaring "Complicated." Answer it, I'm trying to work. (She turns her head back to her book) Man: (looks around) That's not my phone. (The girl on his other side turns to speak) Girl 2: The noisy phone on your hip that's lighting up and vibrating isn't yours? Man: (to her) Stay out of this. This...woman here is insulting me. (To Girl 1) Now, the phone that is ringing obviously belongs to a girl. Girl: Look, buddy. I'm not judging you. I just want to get some work done. Girl 2: Yeah, so just answer your phone. Man: (to Girl 2; vastly irritated) Please, madam. (To Girl 1) Now see here. I don't like your insinuating that I am the gay. (Growing very angry) I only came to this library to read the newest Tiger Beat in peace! Now, please, find the real culprit and leave me be! Girl: Just shut off your phone! Girl 2: Please! Man: (shouting) I'll deal with you in a minute! (To Girl 1) That is not my phone! This is my phone! (He lifts up his cell phone and the music grows louder) Man: (to Girl 2) And you need to mind your own business. (Girl 1 takes his cell phone and beats him violently with it. The phone is broken, the man presumed dead but the music continues. All eyes slowly move to Girl 2 who is in shock. She slowly opens her purse and pulls out the cell phone.) Girl 2: (slowly) My God... It was mine all along... (She answers the phone) Phone: You have one message. Recorded seven minutes ago. Beep! Man: (through phone) Hello. I'm, uh, sitting next to you in the library. And I, uh, well, I don't usually do this, but would you like to have dinner with me, maybe? Call me. (She throws her head back dramatically) Girl 2: Nooooooooo! (Everyone freezes and a man in a suit walks out.) Man: Hello. I'm Mort, the moral giver. Today's moral is: (he opens a fortune cookie and reads it) You will only win mediocrity in whatever calling you adopt. I guess...that doesn't really apply, but it'll do. Drive safely. (He waves goodbye.)
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