How to Make Beautiful Flower Arrangements

This is long but please don’t get scared off!! It’s only a little over four pages on a word document and kind of dramatic, but I was home sick the other day and got bored. It’s kind of a romantic tragedy I guess? Whatever if anyone has the timee here it is…

oh and for ppl who don’t know, the stuff in parenthesis is stage blocking

[Present Day. LIGHTS UP to a cramped New York Apartment. There is a door on stage left and stage right has a small kitchen with a square table. A tall man in his late 20’s (CHARLIE) sits at table in chair closest to exit, looking quite at home in a suit with his jacket off and tie loosened, reading a newspaper but talking over his shoulder to woman. Stage left has a living room, with a couch against the back wall and a coffee table in front of it. The pathway from the kitchen table to the exit is clear. A woman in her late 20’s (SOPHIA) is standing behind the coffee table, arranging flowers in a vase on it. She is wearing a pretty dress with her hair done in curls, but appears tired and worn out- the dress is faded and torn at the bottom at closer look, and her hair is slipping out of its clip. She has dark circles under her eyes and appears reserved.]
Charlie: So, what have you been up to, Sophie? I called a couple of times the last few weeks; I guess you haven’t been around?
Sophia: I’ve just been busy; I meant to call you back. I was going to tonight, Charlie, really, I was. You’re silly for coming by. You know I’m not much of an entertainer. And these flowers- they’re too much.
Charlie: (putting down the news paper and turning to look at her, bemused by her reluctance) What, lilies aren’t your favorite anymore?
Sophia: (Looking at him for the first time, and stopping movement, mystified) Of course they are. How… how do you know that? (She moves around the coffee table so that she is on level with him, but keeps her distance.)
Charlie: (Smiling, standing and taking a step towards her. Sophia looks uncomfortable at his closeness, even though he is still a few steps away, but stays where she is.) You told me, the day before your 14th birthday. You invited me to your birthday party, but I was intimidated by all your friends so I said I wouldn’t know what to get you. You told me you could use some flowers cause you had to throw out the roses Bobby Wallace got you. (Chuckling.) You said his breath always smelled like Pizza flavored Doritos, and besides, lilies were your favorite anyways.
Sophia: (Not smiling, studying him. Pause.) You never came.
Charlie: (Still smiling a little, remembering.) What?
Sophia: To my birthday party. You never came.
Charlie: (Awkwardly, shrugging it off.) Oh.. yeah. Chickened out, I guess. You had so many friends. I never could fit in with them. (With humor) I wasn’t exactly Mr. Popularity.
Sophia: They weren’t friends. Not really. That was the year I figured it out- they were always there for shopping and gossip, but anything deeper than that scared them off. (Charlie gives her a questioning look.) That was the year my fath-… my da-… he left. After that, I didn’t much feel up to gossiping about who wore what and the new guy in school, and they all kind of got bored of me. It got too hard to cover up all the not-so-happy feelings, and I guess the new me scared them away.
Charlie: (A little hurt.) That’s why you started talking to me more?
Sophia: (Shocked at his conclusion.) No! No, of course not. I started talking to you because… because I realized your friendship meant more to me than all of theirs combined. (Settling onto the edge of the coffee table.) Funny, how losing someone you love makes you appreciate the ones you still have more.
Charlie: (Watching her as she thinks.) You still miss him. Your dad.
Sophia: (Defensive.) What? He left years ago.
Charlie: That doesn’t mean you can’t miss him. (Sophia turns away, busying herself cleaning the table next to the door. Charlie recognizes that the conversation is over. He watches her for a second, and then settles back into his chair, picking up the newspaper again.) What have you been so busy with these past few months, anyways? It’s been too long.
Sophia: (Still bustling about with her back to him.) The usual- mindless hours answering phones at work and being hung up on, and taking care of mom. She hasn’t been so well lately.
Charlie: She’s sick? What’s wrong?
Sophia: No, not physically. She’s just been having a tough time. (She stops cleaning, kneeling in front of table with dust pan in hand, but still doesn’t turn to look at him.) Last week, she called me up in hysterics going on and on about how I was the only reason she stuck around. She said if she didn’t love me so much, she didn’t think she’d feel anything at all. Naturally, I rushed up there to see her, only to find her happily making lemonade for the boy who mowed her lawn. (She shakes her head.) It’s been like that ever since he left. One minute she’s totally fine, the next she’s a

This is good, it’s genuinely well-written and has a lot of potential. If you wanted to make it more professional, then I’d advise taking out a lot of the stage directions – they would generally be added in in a "shooting script". But if you’re just doing it for fun then it doesn’t really matter. Very good. Very enjoyable.

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