La La Land Page #3

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With the fog in place, her reflection looks like one of those

soft-focus old Hollywood close-ups. She hums as she brushes

her hair...

Then -- the door SWINGS open -- and the spell is broken.

TRACY:

Holy Mother of God.

Mia snaps out of it. Turns. Fog is enveloping TRACY, 27.

TRACY (CONT'D)

Ever heard of a vent?

MIA:

I wanted to give you an entrance.

ALEXIS:

(appearing in the hall, 26,

eating Cheetos)

Mia! How'd it go?

MIA:

Eh...

ALEXIS:

Same here. Was Jen there? Or Rachel?

MIA:

I don't know who Jen and Rachel are.

ALEXIS:

They're the worst.

MIA:

I don't know if they were there.

As Mia slips away --

ALEXIS:

I bet they were.

Revision 6.

CAITLIN:

(appearing, 27)

Why is there a convention in the bathroom?

TRACY:

Two minutes, people! Mia you're coming,

right?

WE PAN TO find Mia poking her head out of her bedroom --

MIA:

Can't. Working.

TRACY (O.S.)

What?

(we PAN BACK to Tracy)

Did she say "working"?

A8 We follow Mia INSIDE her room. She closes the door. Takes a

moment. You can tell in her eyes -- work or not, a night on

the town is the last thing she wants to do now.

B8 WE CUT to the HALLWAY, to find Tracy POUNDING on Mia's door.

MIA:

(opening up)

Yes?

TRACY:

Look, I know things didn't go well today.

There are four things in my inbox that

you're perfect for and I will submit you.

But right now -- you're coming.

C8 With that -- she barges in and beelines to Mia's closet --

TRACY (CONT'D)

It'll be fun.

MIA:

It'll be a bunch of social climbers packed

into one of those glass houses.

TRACY:

Exactly. Fun.

She pulls out a blue dress. As Alexis hurries in --

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