X-Men Page #3

We are at a prom. The theme is RHAPSODY IN BLUE and the

decor has made tragic efforts to show it. The

tablecloths are blue, the napkins are blue - far too many

of the tuxes are powder blue, and the blue eye shadow is

as heavy as expected.

Peter Gabriel's "In Your Eyes" gives painful indication

of the era, but here it is, nonetheless:

SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA - 1986

MOVE ACROSS THE FLOOR and through the swaying, clutching,

sweating dancers to the bathroom.

Through the door to the usual -

INT. BOYS BATHROOM - NIGHT

Several boys are here, bow ties undone - unclipped in

most cases. Smoking, drinking from whatever inventive

container was used to smuggle in booze. Breath freshener

and Visine are the chaser.

Some of the guys are rolling joints while others make the

sad effort to wave smoke away. Who are they kidding?

It's a fog in here.

MOVE DOWN THE ROW OF TOILET STALLS to one in particular.

Here we find A FRECKLED KID standing in front of mirror,

clearly holding himself up from the effect of God knows

what.

He talks to his friend in the he stall behind him.

FRECKLED KID:

Man, what's the matter with you?

His friend is on the toilet with his head in his hands.

He seems to be in some pain. He is SCOTT SUMMERS - AGE

17.

FRECKLED KID (contíd)

Dude. Lighten up. She's just a girl.

You just gotta-

SCOTT:

No, my eyes... my eyes are killing me.

The Freckled kid offers a small plastic bottle.

FRECKLED KID:

You want some Visine, man?

SCOTT:

My... eyes...

The freckled kid looks and sees that Scott's eyes are

watering so badly that tears are literally streaming

through his fingers.

He goes back to the mirror to look at his own.

SCOTT:

... they're burning...

The freckled kid turns back to him.

FRECKLED KID:

Dude, how much did you smoke?

SCOTT:

I didn't smoke anything.

Scott looks up, taking his hands away, revealing for an

instant that his eyes are merely bright red embers in his

head. Featureless but for the color.

Freckles takes a step back.

INT. GYM - OUTSIDE BOYS ROOM - NIGHT

A blinding flash of light shows through the frosted glass

in the double door and cuts through the crack into the

dark of the gym.

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