Scene 1
A woman’s bedroom in an apartment. There are several band posters on the walls, along with some pictures of family and friends, a collection of athletic trophies and awards, a mirror, and clothes strewn all about. The vanity has makeup and perfume all over it.
Jenny: <lying on the bed looking up at the ceiling> Are you excited? I think you guys would be perfect together.
Gina: <her back to the audience, putting on makeup...> Well, hold off on the wedding planners until after we’ve had our first date, then we’ll see how it goes. I am nervous. I don’t know if it has much to do with him, I mean, he’s cute and nice and all, but first dates are so exposing. I feel like he’ll be judging everything I do and I can’t be myself.
Jenny: No one’s really themselves on a first date, but try not to be too aggressive or confrontational and you’ll be fine. Where are your magazines?
Gina: All over the place.
Jenny: <after picking up a few off the floor> Do you have any magazines that aren’t so heavy? Maybe you should invest in one of those frou frou ones with dating advice!
Gina: Hey! So, what are you going to do while I’m gone?
Jenny: I was going to go over to Sam’s to watch some TV show at 7:00.
Gina: <looks at watch> It’s 6:55, I don’t think you’re going to make it…
Jenny: He can wait, I have to see the finished product!
Gina: I’m going to act like I didn’t hear that, alright…Tada. <she turns around>
Jenny: Wow!
Gina: What? Does it look bad?
Jenny: No, I just didn’t realize you were that horny!
Gina: Shut up! It’s just a cocktail dress!
Jenny: With a pushup bra, a thong, three inch stilettos and heavy eyeliner!
Gina: Well, I just <Cell phone rings – sounds like a police siren> Ugh. <presses the ignore button and throws the phone on the bed>
Jenny: Who was that?
Gina: Karen.
Jenny: Karen? Karen who?
