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There’s just something about the facial expressions, the acting and the energy the actors in the Broadway cast of Six bring to the show that elevates the show beyond expectations.
The production is amazing, even on low quality slime tutorials it outshines anything the released albums or professional promotional videos of the other versions reached.
officially making a fresh run at this project. gonna be cleaning up this blog over the next couple weeks - official relaunch on april 2nd
fine print: this is a project by the fans for the fans to tell the stories from this show that have gone ignored/unattended/etc... primarily looking for writers (we’re gonna write some scripts/screenplays) and drawers/artists
a while back, a group of us tried to put together a fanfic/speculative season 4. i wrote about joan and her addict ex liam.
here are two of the scenes from the script
EXT - BROOKLYN STREET - MORNING
JOAN and LIAM are walking the long path leading up to the Brooklyn Bridge, occasionally dodging people on bikes and large, enthusiastic groups of kids and tourists.
LIAM
Forecast said rain, but I think we'll be okay.
LIAM
Remember the time we came down here and threw bottle caps over the edge?
JOAN
Um. Yeah, I guess?
EXT - BROOKLYN BRIDGE - SUNSET
JOAN and LIAM stand next to each other at the edge of the walk-way. JOAN is wearing a hoodie over scrub bottoms. LIAM has a Yankees cap. JOAN has the bottle cap between her fingers and she is concentrating very hard on finding the perfect arc to reach over the cars and into the water. LIAM, smiling, grabs her sides and starts tickling her. JOAN startles, dropping the bottle cap. Fighting back laughter, she shouts at him and makes a grab for his hat. LIAM ducks away from her as she chases after him.
Cut to:
JOAN and LIAM walk the bridge together. He's giving her a piggyback ride. She is wearing his hat.
EXT - BROOKLYN STREET - MORNING
JOAN has had enough of beating around the bush.
JOAN (knowingly)
So, you're looking well. You got clean.
LIAM
Yeah. Seventeen months next week.
EXT - BROOKLYN BRIDGE - MORNING
The camera follows a laughing family of three (two moms, toddler in a stroller) for a few seconds as they pass by a bench, then the camera stays on LIAM and JOAN, the awkward occupants of said bench.
LIAM
(self-consciously cheerful, as though he doesn't want to seem like he's bragging)
And like two months after I got out of inpatient, my sponsor, Rashida, she put me in touch with a friend of a friend who knows people. I been at this little art shop in the meatpacking district, doing all their framing for, uh, seven months. It's…
JOAN's smile doesn't reach her eyes.
JOAN (laughing lightly)
Not what I ever thought you'd be content doing. I mean, you've surrounded yourself in art! You used to find excuses to bail on me every time I suggested we go within ten city blocks of a gallery or museum.
LIAM shakes his head ruefully, a bit more at ease since she spoke.
LIAM
I know! But I'm still good with my hands. After everything I've done, I somehow haven't managed to screw that up. Carpentry isn't really in the cards for me anymore, at least not for a while. My dad and Jimmy won't take me back, I've asked. I got no friends left in the union... This is it. And it's not too bad. You know, things change.
LIAM looks at JOAN, trying to get her to look back at him
LIAM
Like now I'm really ready to acknowledge and apologize for all the things I did to you, to us.
JOAN (to herself, wryly)
Step nine.
LIAM
What'd you say?
JOAN
Nothing. Don't worry about it.
JOAN gestures at herself, then makes a broader gesture to indicate both of them.
JOAN
About any of this, actually. Like I told you the last time we spoke, I moved on so long ago that it's... I don't know. It's almost like it happened to someone else.
LIAM
You were always good at not letting things touch you. Doesn't make any of it okay.
JOAN crosses her legs, taking up less space, as she sighs. She knew this was coming, but that doesn't make it any easier to listen to.
LIAM
You know, I think a lot about what we could have been if I hadn't wrecked everything.
JOAN turns away, hiding a pained expression.
LIAM
I don't blame you, at all, if you don't want to sit here and relive my greatest hits. But, Joanie, you deserve a real apology.
LIAM
Okay. I'll, um, start with something I never owned up to before. Rip off the bandaid.
JOAN takes an audible breath and makes a slight movement to adjust her bag under her arm. She does not want to hear what he has to say, but she's willing to stay exactly where she is until he's done.
INT. NEUROLOGIST'S OFFICE - WAITING AREA - DAY
MARY and DR. SAAVIDES walk into the other room. JOAN and OREN take their seats.
OREN squints at a pamphlet before putting it down. He laughs uncomfortably.
OREN
So! Tell me how things are going with Sherlock.
JOAN freezes in place. There are so many topics that she doesn't want to get into, she can't think of a single thing she actually wants to talk about. For lack of any alternatives, she lets something slip.
JOAN
I saw Liam today.
JOAN gives a start, mildly surprised at herself.
OREN
Liam... Dannow? That Liam?
JOAN
I don't know any others over the age of ten.
JOAN
He's clean. With a sponsor and a job and, you know. The whole deal.
OREN
That must've been an interesting encounter. He wasn't trying to, like, start over or...?
JOAN shakes her head.
JOAN
There's a step for amends, making up for all the things you did when you were on drugs. I was just one of the names on a presumably long list.
JOAN
He stole from our father, you know.
OREN frowns as he nods.
OREN
I remember. He claimed it was a one-time thing and gave Dad his money back. I think that was before you got him to go to rehab?
JOAN
No. I mean... I wasn't talking about...
OREN realizes what she's implying.
OREN
Jesus, are you kidding?
JOAN
One night Baba came into the ER with a nasty contusion on his shoulder. He gave them my name when they asked for a contact person. He even let me take him home with me. Usually he won't so much as consider it, but... I guess he was in a lot of pain. When he said the next morning that the money he'd gotten from bottle deposits had disappeared, it was easy to deflect. He's delusional, and he'd just been attacked, probably mugged. He was obviously confused. That was what Liam said. I did, too. It made sense.
JOAN takes a deep breath.
JOAN (struggling)
I- I knew the truth. The signs that Liam was using again had been accumulating for a while. I just wasn't ready to face reality. It was easier, for a little bit, to hide behind Baba's illness.
JOAN
That's why I left, ultimately. If I was willing to let something like that go just to keep our relationship intact, where would it end? Packed my stuff a few weeks after it happened. And I never looked back. Mostly.
OREN
Did you ever talk to Baba about it?
JOAN (shaking her head)
It didn't go too well. But I paid him back the next time I saw him. He wouldn't take it directly from me, so I slipped it in his coat pocket.
OREN
Wow. I- I don't even know what to say.
OREN looks at his watch, then pulls at his sleeve to cover it back up.
OREN
How was Liam's apology?
JOAN (slight, sad smile)
Not the worst I’ve ever heard.
OREN
You still blame yourself for letting it happen?
JOAN reaches for her bag and takes out a magazine.
