school is not authentic
we make our own music
A canvas. Paint. A microphone.
let me quote the lyrics
1. INT. APARTMENT BLOCK CORRIDOR. EVENING.
A typical dilapidated apartment block corridor but darker and creepier, with sparse, flickering, lighting.
SFX: SPOOKY GHOST NOISES
STACY in skinny jeans and dark polo shirt is walking down to her apartment, exhausted.
The noise grows as she approaches a plain light wood door numbered 113 in mock brass. She fumbles for a key from her pocket and puts it in the lock. Turning it quickly, opening the door fast.
2. INT. STACY’S APARTMENT. EVENING
CUT TO: STACY’s lower body slamming the door behind her, leaning her back against it.
STACY’S POV: We see the dark room. The furniture barely visible. A sofa, arm chair, TV on a cabinet, a few bookcases. A window in the background with heavy, purple curtains.
CUT TO: Her body and she moves forward, turning to the wall, reaching for the light switch.
CUT TO: The light switch. Her hand approaches from the bottom left and presses it.
STACY’S POV: As the light turns on. CHARLIE, FRED and other GHOSTS appear from behind the furniture with party hats, streamers, poppers etc.
As the confetti flies, CUT TO Stacy dropping her handbag.
FOLLOW: She walks over to the armchair, sits down, picking up the TV remote, turning it on.
Everything droops. The ghosts look defeated. Charlie mostly. The last piece of confetti falls.
PAN TO: the front door as another ghost, JACK phases through the door, carrying a huge stack of ghost pizza.
I brought pizza!
(firing party popppers)
Party continues. Streamers. Confetti.
FADE TO BLACK.