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Only One Can Still Read My Mind


by, Melissa R. Mendelson


INT. HAIR SALON - EVENING


Jesse spins around and around in a seat while his mother has her hair done. He is still wearing the tin foil hat.


JESSE (V.O.)


Snip. Snip. Hiss. Hiss. I’m about to retch from all that hairspray. I think that’s enough, but the can is still in her hand. And she winks at me like she can read my mind.


The HAIR STYLIST puts the can of hairspray away under the sink.


JESSE (V.O.)


Maybe, she can.


HAIR STYLIST


So, Jesse? When am I going to get under that tin foil and cut your hair?


Jesse’s MOTHER smiles at him.


MOTHER


It’s a phase.


HAIR STYLIST


I see that. You know, this lady that was here before you? Her daughter is going through a phase too, a gothic phase. Black clothes, black hair, black makeup. Even her nails are black.


JESSE (V.O.)


There she goes. When she’s not auditioning for the Hair Stylist of the Year Award, she gabs and gabs and gabs. Sometimes, her stories are funny, but when she’s done telling them, she starts to pry into my mother’s life. She wants to know EVERYTHING. It’s none of her business, but my mother tells her. Mostly, and she’s itching to get under my scalp. She wants to know what makes me tick. Leave no details out. This way when the next schmuck sits down in her chair, she’ll spill the beans to him or her, and it’s none of his or her damn business. Stay out of my head!


HAIR STYLIST


Jesse?


He glances up at her.


HAIR STYLIST (CONT’D)


Your mother asked you something.


JESSE


What?


He now looks at his mother.


MOTHER


Would you like her to cut your hair next? I’m about done.


Jesse pulls the tin foil hat down further.


MOTHER (CONT’D)


I guess that’s a NO.


The Hair Stylist chuckles.


JESSE (V.O.)


You are not fooling anyone, lady. At least, not me. You might chuckle at my response because you want to cut my hair. You want your scissors to snip, snip my straight strands of brown hair and watch them fall to the ground like dying fragments filled with endless detail, and then you’ll choke me to death with all that damn hairspray. I. Don’t. Think. So.


MOTHER


Jesse?


He looks at her.


MOTHER (CONT’D)


Stop daydreaming.


JESSE


You’re done?


HAIR STYLIST


He’s cute.


MOTHER


Sometimes.


She hands the Hair Stylist a five-dollar bill.


MOTHER (CONT’D)


Thank you.


HAIR STYLIST


You’re welcome. I’ll see you around, Jesse.


She now has scissors in her hand, ready for her next client.


JESSE


Snip, Snip.


The Hair Stylist is confused and watches him walk away.


JESSE (V.O.)


Sorry, lady. You can take those scissors and shove them where the sun don’t shine. There’s only one this hat comes off for, and she cuts my hair.


END.

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