2 Minute Intro Script (2nd draft)

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The street Chantelle lives on.	Chantelle walks home, weighed down with shopping. She reaches the gate to her front door but has trouble opening the gate with all of her shopping.	Bird song, foot steps, drum and bass music heard in the near distance and rustling of bags.
Chantelle’s front door.	Chantelle putting shopping bags on the ground to search through her hand bag for her front door key.	Bird song, drum and bass music quite loud heard though the windows, rustling of bags as she puts them down, keys jangling, then being pushed though the key hole, rustling of the carrier bags as she picks them up again.
The hall way of Chantelle’s house.	Chantelle carries in her shopping. A pair of trainers is in her path so Chantelle briskly pushes them aside. She paces heavily through the hall, as she passes the living room, she notices Lee lounging on the sofa smoking a joint. She stares at him for a moment, and then struggles on into the kitchen.	She sighs deeply as she sees Lee lounging around, music blaring from a pair of speakers from the living room.
Chantelle’s kitchen. From the kitchen to the living room (in the hallway).	Chantelle sees Lee’s drugs paraphernalia and briskly pushes it to the back of the worktop to put the shopping on it in a heavy manner. She then looks around the kitchen and sees a pile of washing up in the sink and a pizza box where Lee has not bothered to clear up after himself, she shakes her head. She then goes to the fridge to start putting the shopping away a carton of milk falls on to her foot. She storms out of the kitchen --	Drum and bass music still blares loudly, the sound of rustling of the shopping bags, clangs of the products knocking each other, bangs of her putting the shopping away. She sighs as she walks to the living room and does not say anything to Lee as she enters.
In Chantelle’s living room.	Chantelle storms into the living room and immediately notices sweet wrappers, red bull cans and used plates laying around in the living room. Chantelle stands in front of Lee.	A few minutes of silence pass. Chantelle: “Did you get my car fixed today for my present?” Lee: *sigh* “No... I’ll get it sorted” Chantelle: “When? Our anniversary is in 3 days!!” Lee: “I’ll SORT IT, OKAYY?!” Chantelle: “I DON’T KNOW WHY I BOTHER WITH YOU AND OUR RELATIONSHIP SOMETIMES!!” Lee: “YEAH WELL NEITHER DO I!!” Chantelle: “LOOK AT YOU!! ALL YOU EVER DO IS LAZE ABOUT SMOKING YOUR JOINTS WHEN YOU KNOW I CANT STAND IT. YOU NEVER EVEN TRY TO MAKE AN EFFORT WITH OUR RELATIONSHIP!! I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!!”