1. The Script<br />“EROTOMANIA” by Lisa Mulhern, Georgia Middleton, Scott Woodsell & Angel Pearte.<br />FIRST SCENE <br />Scene opens in an empty dark park. A shady male silhouette can be seen under a streetlamp. The man can be seen facing a house, head tilted towards a room, his eyes transfixed on what he is watching.<br />His Heavy breathing.<br />A shot of a young, beautiful girl named Annabelle Richmond is shown in the window on the a phone.<br />Annabelle: (Into the phone) I can’t believe he did that! She deserves so much better then him.<br />Scene cuts back to the man outside, the camera follows down his body, until we reach his shoes. Blood drops fall by his feet.<br />END SCENE<br />SECOND SCENE<br />Scene opens in a party environment, teenagers drinking, laughing and having fun, listening to music. Two boys stand talking in the corner of the room. Their names are Daymon Stamford and Charlie Biel.<br />Charlie: (Over the music) Man, have you seen Annabelle tonight?<br />Daymon: (Seems Uninterested) Yeah.<br />Charlie: She is looking good, man. I’m gunna’ go talk to her.<br />Daymon: (Grabs Charlie’s wrist forcefully) Why? I mean she wouldn’t go for you… you wouldn’t have a chance…<br />Charlie: (Rubbing Wrist) Relax, man, come on.<br />Daymon follows reluctantly behind Charlie until they reach Annabelle. Charlie taps her shoulder and she turns around, smiling.<br />Annabelle: Hey Charlie! Who’s your friend?<br />Daymon raises his eyes to her; a big, fake smile comes onto his face.<br />Charlie: This is Daymon, he goes to our school.<br />Daymon: (Raising his hand to hers) It’s nice to meet-<br />Annabelle sequels as her friends drag her away, laughing. Daymon let’s his hand fall back down as he glares at the back of her head as she walks off. The music gets louder as Daymon watches her. She gets into a group picture with her friends, another friend taking a picture. As the flash goes off, the screen goes white, fading out into photographs on a wall. They are all different pictures of Annabelle. The audience barely see the pictures through the shady light, and it is obvious the pictures are of those of some kind of stalker. Red circles outline her features; other people are cut out of photos and pictures that are secretly taken. After the camera pans across the wall, it zooms out, and yet again the dark silhouette is shown, in a dirty, dusty, messy § <br />