Valentine+Script

//Arella broke up with her boyfriend because he wanted to go to an art school far away and she wanted to stay and be with her sick mother and she didn’t want to hold him back.// 10 years have passed and Arella’s at a museum //(with her friends, who are not with her at the time)// looking at a painting. A young gentleman walks over to her and asks her why she’s looking at the painting so intently. She explains what she sees //(some deep profound crap),// and the guy explains to her that he is the painter of the picture she is looking at, and that it is based on his feelings on something that happened between him and a girl. He then explains that normally people don’t get it and asks why she can. Arella explains that it reminds her of her and tells him her story //(look at top description).// He leads her into saying that she misses her ex and wishes she had never told him that she didn’t love him. She asks the painter if he misses the girl he painted for. Her friends then show up //( friends are on other side of the stage)// and call her over to leave. As she’s about leave she asks the painter what the name of his painting is and he says it’s //Arella//.
 * Storyline:**

//It is a cloudy Friday afternoon, in New York City. A woman of her late 20’s wanders one of the galleries in the Museum of Modern Art. She looks lost and confused. She turns her head right and left repeatedly, as if looking for something or someone. She moves forward to the end of the hall and turns her head and spots a painting. She moves closer to it as if it is calling to her. The painting makes her feel reflective of her past of the good and bad things, but one memory sticks out more a memory of more youthful and happy version of her and a person she thought would be with her forever. As she is reminiscing a man around the same age walks up behind her. // // Start scene // The gentleman//: (walks up and looks over Arella’s shoulder).// I don’t get it… Arella//: (Responds almost surprised by the gentleman’s presence)// don’t get what? The gentleman: Looks so weird and I can’t quite figure out what it is. Arella: It looks like it has so much emotion put into it. The gentleman: (//surprised at the comment)// Yeah… but maybe too much emotion. There are way too many colors and too many different techniques. Arella: it’s really good though The gentleman: is it..? I’m not too fond of it. I’ve painted better. Arella: (//Turns around to face him stunned//) you paint? The gentleman: Yeah. This was my first piece (//Points to the painting in front of them)// Most of my paintings after this all seem to have a similar theme though (//beat//) about my past plus no one really gets the paintings I make. Arella: Oh you painted this!! It’s Amazing!! It feels so nostalgic, Reminds me of my- oh (Beat) never mind (//stands there awkwardly while thinking about what the painting reminds her of her while shifting her weight to one foot and sighing)// Painter: (//curiously)// what does it remind you of? Arella: (//Shifts her weight to the other foot and strokes her chin)// it reminds me of emptiness of losing someone important. Like, letting someone go. Painter: (//Never really viewing the painting that way)// Yeah? It was inspired by a woman I used to love. Arella: (//Surprised because she has been in the same type of situation)// Woman you //used to// love? Why, what happened? Painter: (groans) Nothin’, I just thought that she was the one, ya know, like we would stay together after high school, I mean , we were together for four years. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Arella: Then what happened? <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Painter: (//sigh//) it was really strange, right after graduation she just dumped me for no reason. It was unexpected; I was even going to go to a local college so I could stay with her. So instead I accepted a scholarship to an out of state college to get away. But any ways I’m glad it happened the college was great, helped me become the artist I am now. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Arella: Well that’s good, it’s her own fault for dumping you go, you seem like a good guy. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Painter: Yeah but I still miss her sometimes. What about you <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Arella: (//tilts her head, puzzled//) what? <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Painter: Didn’t you say it reminds you of something. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Arella: Oh yeah, (//mumbles to herself//) where do I began, there was this guy I really liked, he was amazing, we went to the same school, Guilderland High School <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Painter: (//look of recognition//) Guilderland High School? <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Arella: Yeah, up near Albany. I met him freshman year and we were together ever since. After school was over he wanted to stay in Altamont with me and no matter how much I told him to go to the college he really wanted to go to he wouldn’t listen to me and I just couldn’t stand seeing him lose his future because of me. I really didn’t want to hold him back anymore so I had to do it, tell him I didn’t love him anymore so he would go away. And he did, he even got a scholarship. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Painter: Do you regret doing that? <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Arella: I kinda do. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Painter: Do you still love him? <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Arella: Of course I still love him. I always thought Brian would be the one. (//sighs and looks down at the floor in guilt//) I wish I hadn’t lied to him. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Painter: It’s okay (//puts hand to her shoulder to comfort//), I think you did what you thought was right for him, I understand. //<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">A group of girls around the same age as the women enter on the other end side of the gallery. They seem to recognize Arella // <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">A Woman: (calls across the gallery) Arella where were you. We’ve been looking for you, it’s time go. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Arella: ( //turns to her friend and calls back//) I’ll be right over just give me a sec. (//Turns to the painter//) I really like your painting it reminds me of that pain I felt, all the emotion I was going through, it connects to me so well. I think you did a great job. What’s the name of the painting anyway? <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 16px;">Brian: I named it after a woman I love, Arella.
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