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SCENE 1 – INT. ANITA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT A tiny, cluttered studio. Scripts are spread across the floor, Post-its cling to the wall in color-coded chaos. Sheet music is scribbled with red ink.

Anita, 29, intense but burnt out, presses piano keys mechanically. Nothing lands.

She exhales. Closes the piano.

ANITA (to herself) Come on. Just one chorus that works.

She crumples a page. Shoots it into the trash. Misses.

She opens her phone and records a voice memo.

ANITA (V.O.) Memo to self: Act One—rewrite “Running Again.” Chorus isn’t working. Oh—and stop doubting yourself. (sarcastic) Seriously. That’s helpful.

Ping. A text from JACK (Ex): "Still ignoring me? I deserve an answer."

She stares. Deletes it.

SCENE 2 – INT. DANCE STUDIO – DAY A small class of kids on Zoom follows Anita through a fast routine.

ANITA And five-six-seven—again!

Marcus, 40s, smug and checked-out, leans against the door. After class, he approaches.

MARCUS (on phone) Walk-ins just paid cash. You’ll cover Sasha’s classes again this week, right?

ANITA That’s… the third week in a row.

MARCUS (on phone) You’re good with the kids. Smile more, Anita. You’ll get better tips.

He walks off.

Anita clenches her jaw. A student taps her leg. She smiles, but the exhaustion is real.

SCENE 3 – EXT. SIDEWALK – EVENING Anita exits the studio. Her tote bag is overstuffed with notebooks. She walks briskly, nearly colliding with—

BILL, 30, unshaven, magnetic, a bit too charming. He stumbles backward.

BILL Whoa—sorry! Hey! You dropped this.

He holds up a small laminated card.

ANITA (pats bag) Oh wow. That’s my ID.

ANITA (beat) I didn’t even know I dropped it. Thanks.

BILL No problem. Hey, I’m looking for Jane’s Carousel?

ANITA That’s… not far. I can tell you, or—

She hesitates. Then gestures.

ANITA (CONT’D) I’ll show you. If you want.

Bill smiles. Anita second-guesses herself.

ANITA (CONT’D) Or I can tell you. I can show you or tell you. Up to you. I don't care. Either way. It'd be better if I show you, I think.

BILL Hope I'm not pulling you from anything.

ANITA No.

They start walking.

BILL I'm Bill, by the way.

ANITA Anita.

BILL Nice to meet you, Anita.

ANITA Nice.

BILL Is it always this hot?

ANITA This time of year.

Anita’s ex-boyfriend calls again. She sees the name, doesn’t answer. It goes to voicemail.

SCENE 4 – EXT. WATERFRONT PROMENADE – TWILIGHT They walk. Bill snaps a photo of the skyline.

BILL It’s really pretty down here.

He flips his phone to selfie mode.

BILL (CONT’D) Your turn. Be iconic.

ANITA Iconic? I’m more… “awkward standing girl #2.”

She twirls. He snaps the photo mid-spin.

BILL (CONT’D) Boom.

They sit on a nearby bench. Laughter gives way to quiet.

SCENE 5 – EXT. COFFEE STAND – LATER Bill and Anita wait for drinks. She laughs as he scrolls TikTok dance fails.

BILL So… it’s Friday. Plans?

ANITA Going to the movies. With friends.

BILL Nice. Which one?

ANITA Avengers. I love it.

BILL Didn’t know it was back in theaters.

ANITA It’s a re-release.

BILL Got a favorite movie?

ANITA (grinning) I’m not saying.

BILL Come on, I won’t judge.

She pulls up a poster on her phone and shows it.

ANITA Dear John.

BILL You’re joking.

ANITA Nope.

BILL Alright.

She checks her phone. Her face shifts.

ANITA I’m late. Gotta run. Teaching again tonight.

SCENE 6 – INT. ANITA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT Anita sits on the floor, laptop open. She FaceTimes her best friend, MIRA (30s, opinionated, warm), who’s mid-makeup routine.

MIRA You look… like someone who hasn’t seen the sun in 9 days.

ANITA I’m writing. Or trying to.

MIRA What’s the hold-up?

ANITA The chorus still sucks. The story’s strong, but I keep second-guessing the emotional beats. (beat) Also, I met this guy. Kind of annoying. Kind of charming. The producer who came to the showcase last year finally responded. Said, ‘Send me something tight.’

Anita smirks. Glances at the crumpled lyrics pile beside her.

SCENE 7 – EXT. FERRY TERMINAL – SUNSET Anita waits. Her phone’s dead. She frowns at the schedule.

BILL (O.S.) Missed it?

He appears, holding a ridiculous vintage hat.

ANITA You again. Yeah. Coming from a lesson I was teaching at the studio. Now dead phone. No clue when it’s coming.

Bill checks his phone.

BILL Next one's in an hour.

ANITA That hat is… something else.

BILL Hey, it’s for an audition. Sixties thing. I kind of love it.

She leans in, adjusts the brim with both hands.

ANITA It was crooked. That’s better. (beat) I’ve been writing a musical. That hat could work.

BILL What’s it about?

ANITA It’s kind of… about my mom. Sort of. She performed in community theater. Used art to survive.

BILL That’s beautiful. What's the main character want?

ANITA To make sense of her life. Through songs. Through travel. Through… something bigger than what she was given.

ANITA (CONT’D) I’ve been writing this musical for years. I just… don’t know if I can pull it off.

BILL (CONT’D) Can I read it? Your script?

ANITA Maybe. If you promise not to fix it.

BILL No promises.

She spots something.

ANITA Wait—are those…?

BILL Yep. Bought for an audition.

ANITA Put them on.

BILL Right now?

He puts them on.

ANITA Let’s film this for TikTok. Something fun.

BILL Now your turn.

Anita’s ex-boyfriend calls again. She sees the name, doesn’t answer. It goes to voicemail.

SCENE 8 – INT. STUDIO – NIGHT Anita dances alone. Mirror reflects her hesitance. She stops, checks the time.

BILL (O.S.) Knock knock.

He enters, holding her script.

BILL (CONT’D) I read the script. It’s raw. Messy. Personal. Beautiful.

ANITA Yeah?

BILL Yeah. As the lead character travels the world, maybe add some foreign language? The mom’s lullaby—what if it starts in English, then slides into Hindi?

ANITA I don’t speak it fluently.

BILL I can help. Just… small phrases.

She hesitates.

ANITA Okay. But only if it feels real.

He nods. They stand in front of the mirror.

SCENE 9 – INT. STUDIO OFFICE – NEXT MORNING Anita approaches Marcus with her check stub.

ANITA This doesn’t cover all my classes.

MARCUS It’s what I can offer right now. Take it or leave it.

She takes a breath—then walks straight past him.

INT. STUDIO – MOMENTS LATER Bill walks in. Sees Anita, furious. She hands him the stub.

ANITA I’m not doing this again. Three weeks. Subbing for other teachers. Doubling classes. I get paid 100 dollars.

BILL Want me to talk to him?

ANITA Ok. He’s at the studio. Probably counting cash from walk-ins.

Bill storms off into the studio.

INT. STUDIO – CONTINUOUS Bill confronts Marcus. After a heated discussion, Marcus agrees to a raise.

BILL He agreed to a raise.

ANITA You didn’t have to.

BILL I had to.

SCENE 10 – INT. CAFE – DAY Anita and Bill sit at a corner table, laptop open between them.

ANITA Scene four—her monologue at the train station—it’s too abstract.

BILL Make it about the moment she decides not to leave.

ANITA She wants something more. Not escape. Just… meaning.

BILL Like you?

ANITA Exactly.

He leans in.

BILL You’re not writing her. You’re writing you.

She leans back.

ANITA Don’t psychoanalyze me, musical boy.

They laugh.

Anita’s phone buzzes. Text from Producer: "Let’s talk. I’m interested."

She stares at it, breath caught.

ANITA (V.O.) This might be it.

SCENE 11 – INT. PRODUCER’S OFFICE – DAY A sleek, minimalist office. Anita sits nervously across from the Producer (50s, sharp, no-nonsense), clutching a marked-up draft.

PRODUCER (on phone) I’ve been following your project. The potential’s there. It’s bold. Intimate.

ANITA It’s about finding identity. Through art. Through leaving home. Through staying connected to something lost.

PRODUCER (on phone) Right. But I need a hook. Something commercial. Something “big.”

He taps the script.

PRODUCER (CONT’D) (on phone) The writing? Solid. But the structure—loose. keep working on it

SCENE 12 – INT. ANITA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT Anita sits on the floor, staring at her phone. Draft pages surround her like fallen leaves.

A knock. It’s Bill, holding two paper bags.

BILL You missed dinner. I brought dumplings. And… dumpling-shaped cookies?

He sits across from her.

ANITA The producer wants to fund it.

BILL That’s amazing!

ANITA If I drop you.

Beat.

BILL Oh.

ANITA I said no. But… it shook me. I don’t know how to protect this show.

BILL We protect it together.

They sit in quiet solidarity. She pulls a Post-it off the wall, hands it to him. It reads: “Scene 6 – Rewrite.”

ANITA Let’s start here.

BILL Opening monologue: starts too vague. Needs stakes.

ANITA How do we show she has something to lose?

BILL What do you feel like you’re risking?

Anita considers this, surprised.

ANITA Being forgotten. Like my mom. She sang her heart out to five people and no spotlight.

BILL Then let’s write that.

She smiles, emotional. Anita’s ex-boyfriend calls again. She looks at the phone. Lets it ring. No hesitation this time.

INT. STUDIO – EVENING Anita’s phone vibrates again. Jack. She stares at it, frozen.

BILL Pick it up.

ANITA I can’t. He’s my ex. He’s going to mess up everything… the musical, my head—everything.

BILL If you don’t pick it up… he’s not going to stop calling.

A long beat. Anita finally answers.

ANITA (sighs) Hello?

JACK (V.O.) Honey. Honey, are you okay?

ANITA I’m fine.

JACK (V.O.) I called the FBI,—hell, I hired a private investigator.

ANITA Jack, come on. I’m fine. Just… give me a break.

JACK (V.O.) I thought you were dead or kidnapped!

ANITA We're over. It’s done. You have to understand that.

JACK (V.O.) No, we’re working this out. Right now. I enrolled in a program, I gave up drinking.

ANITA God, shut up. It doesn’t even matter anymore. (beat) You know why? Because I’m with someone.

JACK (V.O.) You’re what?

ANITA I’m with someone. And he thinks I’m beautiful.

JACK (V.O.) You’re with a guy? Don’t do this.

ANITA He’s standing right here.

JACK (V.O.) Put him on the phone.

ANITA Fine. You want to talk to him? Here. (she holds out the phone to Bill) Please. Just say something.

BILL I’m not talking to your ex-boyfriend.

ANITA Please. Anything.

Bill takes the phone reluctantly.

BILL Hello?

JACK (V.O.) Who the hell are you, huh?

BILL Look, man, I’m just—

JACK (V.O.) If you so much as touched her—I swear I’ll come over there with a shotgun. She’s mine. She will always be mine!

BILL You need to back off.

JACK (V.O.) Put her back on. Now.

ANITA Hello?

JACK (V.O.) I’m driving to your place right now. I’m gonna burn every last piece of your crap.

ANITA Oh god…

BILL What did he say?

ANITA He’s going to my house. To burn my stuff. (tearful) He’ll destroy pictures of my grandmother.

BILL Okay. Let me handle it.

SCENE 23 – EXT. PARK – SUNSET They sit on a bench surrounded by scripts and coffee cups. A soft golden hour.

ANITA We’re getting closer. The show feels like… it’s breathing now.

BILL It’s you. You gave it lungs.

ANITA It’s us.

He looks at her. Something hangs between them.

BILL Can I ask something stupid?

ANITA Please. I’ve done interpretive scarf mime today. No judgment.

BILL Do you ever imagine… what happens after? When the lights go down?

ANITA Sometimes. (beat) But I’m trying to stay here. In the middle of it.

She taps his notepad.

ANITA (CONT’D) We’re building something. Let’s get it right.

They smile—unspoken, growing connection.

SCENE 24 – INT. STUDIO – EARLY EVENING Anita walks in with new props—fabric swatches, a worn tambourine, and a folded vision board.

Bill’s tinkering with a lighting console.

ANITA Look what I found—my mom’s tambourine. Glitter and all.

She shakes it. It jingles.

BILL (laughs) It belongs in Act One. The mother’s memory scene.

ANITA Exactly.

She lays out fabric ideas. Bill doesn’t look up.

BILL I’ve been thinking… we should scale bigger. LED screens, transitions. Make it feel epic.

ANITA We don’t need that. The show’s intimate.

BILL Sure, but small doesn’t mean cheap. We want impact, right?

ANITA Impact doesn’t mean spectacle. It means truth.

Tension grows.

BILL Why won’t you even try something new?

ANITA Because it’s not a gimmick. It’s my story.

A beat.

BILL Maybe we’re not on the same team.

ANITA (quiet but firm) Maybe we’re not.

A beat. Anita turns away… then stops.

Bill Wait. Let me say something.

ANITA Go ahead.

Bill At first, I didn’t care. I just needed something.

ANITA So why now?

Bill Because I saw you care. I saw your work. And I started to care too. But I got scared.

ANITA Of what?

Bill Everything. Rent. Money. My dad. If I made this work… maybe it’d fix things.

He steps closer, unsure.

ANITA I don’t know… Show me you really care.

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SCENE 25 – INT. TATTOO SHOP – NIGHT Bill, drunk and determined, stumbles in.

TATTOO ARTIST You sure about this?

BILL Yeah. It matters.

He holds up a crumpled napkin: “The Music Is the Map.”

TATTOO ARTIST Left tricep it is.

As the machine buzzes, Bill closes his eyes.

BILL (V.O.) This is it. Show her I care. Show her I mean it.

SCENE 26 – INT. STUDIO – DAY Anita tunes the keyboard. Bill enters, arm bandaged under his sleeve.

BILL Hey.

She turns. Notices his wince.

ANITA What did you do?

He pulls up his sleeve. Reveals the raw tattoo.

BILL To prove I care.

She stares.

ANITA You got the title… tattooed?

BILL I was drunk. But it felt right.

ANITA It’s kind of… a mess.

BILL I know. But the feeling was real.

She touches the edge of the bandage, then his hand.

ANITA Okay. Let’s fix it. The tattoo. The show. Everything.

They sit side-by-side again.

SCENE 27 – INT. STUDIO – NIGHT A montage:

Anita scribbling lyrics furiously

Bill coordinating costume fittings

Tech rehearsal mishaps

Anita directing cast with clear vision

Bill in the background, following her lead

This time—she's steering the ship.

ANITA (V.O.) I used to think if I told the story right, it would heal something. Now I just want it to land true.

The stage lights flicker on. Everything is almost ready.

SCENE 28 – INT. ANITA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT Anita lies awake. The phone buzzes.

TEXT FROM PRODUCER: “London offer still open. Solo billing. Clean slate. You’re ready.”

She stares at it, heart pounding. Then, she writes a message:

ANITA (TEXTING): “I told the story right. That was always the goal. I’m not going alone.”

She hits send.

SCENE 21 – INT. STUDIO – DRESS REHEARSAL – NIGHT The studio buzzes with final preparations. Costumes everywhere. Stage lights flicker on.

Anita emerges wearing a vintage dress and an oversized wig.

ANITA Okay, this is… a lot.

She twirls. Reaches for the wig. It won’t budge.

ANITA (CONT’D) Wait—it’s stuck. Like, seriously stuck.

BILL Here—let me—

ANITA Be gentle. That’s my scalp.

He gently tries to untwist it. They laugh.

BILL Okay, on three—one, two—

POP! The wig flies off. Lands on the lighting board. Lights flicker.

ANITA Oh my god.

BILL You broke the light with your head.

ANITA And you wore that boa last week. So we’re even.

They collapse into laughter.

ANITA (CONT’D) Let’s get back to work. Curtain’s coming.

ANITA (CONT’D) Wait—can I see that?

INT. STUDIO – LATER ANITA He wants to bring it to London. But… he doesn’t think you should be part of it.

Bill freezes.

Bill What? Why?

ANITA He says the musical needs a different creative direction. “The producer ran with it. I didn’t want to lose the momentum.” It’s a marketability issue.he says Bill So after everything, they want to cut me out?

ANITA I’ll talk to him. I’m not okay with it either.

Bill (voice cracking) We’ve put everything into this. All of ourselves. And now I get sidelined?

ANITA Bill, I swear—this isn’t over. You matter. I’m going to fight for you.

Bill Will they even listen to you? Or has it already been decided?

She doesn’t answer.

Bill (CONT'D) I gave this everything I had. If they take it away… what’s left?

ANITA (quietly) We’ll figure it out.

INT. ANITA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT Anita sits on the edge of her bed, phone to her ear. Her notebook is untouched beside her.

ANITA (into phone) I tried. But the producer isn’t listening. He wants to replace you.

INT. COFFEE SHOP – DAY – FEW WEEKS LATER Anita, more composed, speaks into her phone.

ANITA Hey… how’s it going? I’m back in the city.

Bill (V.O.) So you just erased me? After everything?

SCENE 25 – EXT. NYC STREET – DAY A few days later. Anita exits a coffee shop, scripts under her arm.

Bill spots her across the street.

BILL Hey. Didn’t expect to see you so soon.

ANITA London didn’t feel right. I didn’t end up going.

BILL I’ve been rewriting. A new show. My own story this time. But… I’m stuck.

ANITA What do you need?

BILL Perspective. Your voice in the room.

She studies him, wary but open. He offers her a script. She takes it.

SCENE 26 – INT. STUDIO – DAY Anita and Bill sit side-by-side again—coffee cups, notebooks, and open laptops between them. But this time, Anita takes the lead.

ANITA Act One—we open with your first audition. The failure. The sweat. That weird hat.

BILL Bold choice.

ANITA We show the fear. The desperation. Not just “I want to perform,” but “I need to be heard.”

BILL And what about you?

ANITA I’m not writing myself in. Not this time. But you’ll know it’s me in the details.

She taps a Post-it: “Speak what you’re afraid to say.”

INT. STUDIO – LATER Bill pulls out a ridiculous outfit: glitter blazer, feather boa, cowboy hat.

BILL (defensive) This is for the opening monologue. And I would be wearing—

ANITA Tell me you wouldn’t wear that on stage.

BILL (already putting it on) Tell me why I shouldn’t.

He strikes a pose, full diva energy. Lights in the studio flicker to life as Bill tweaks the console, creating a new lighting sequence.

ANITA (calling out) Don’t touch the tech!

BILL Too late. I’ve watched like five YouTube tutorials.

STROBE LIGHTS FLASH.

ANITA Oh my god. Stop!

They both laugh as the lights pulse and the music cues up.

Few days later, he arrives with a glued-up beer belly costume. She laughs.

INT. BILL’S APARTMENT – NIGHT Dim light. A quiet energy hums in the room.

BILL A producer reached out. He’s interested.

ANITA Wait—really? That’s huge!

BILL He wants a showcase. One night only. No crowd—just him and his team.

ANITA That’s scary… but incredible.

BILL Yeah. And terrifying. What if I screw it up?

ANITA Then we learn. But what if it’s the night everything opens up?

BILL Exactly. This might be it.

INT. STUDIO – AFTER THE SHOWCASE – NIGHT Pizza boxes, tea mugs, scattered notebooks.

Bill and Anita sit on the couch—exhausted but wired.

BILL I wrote it. Premiered it. It actually happened. (laughs) Still doesn’t feel real.

A quiet beat. He notices her expression.

BILL (CONT’D) What? You don’t look happy.

ANITA No, I’m…

BILL It’s 1 a.m. Can we eat and crash?

ANITA Sure.

But he watches her. Feels the shift.

BILL So you are mad.

ANITA No.

BILL Then what’s going on?

ANITA It’s not a big deal.

BILL Don’t say that. I can’t sleep if you’re upset. Tell me.

A long beat.

ANITA Where’s my name?

BILL What?

ANITA I saw the flyer. The website. The program. Nothing. Not even a thank you.

BILL Anita, it’s a solo show. That’s… the format.

ANITA So now it’s all yours? Even the parts we built together? (quietly) You used my words.

BILL I didn’t use you. I wrote what I felt. What we experienced.

BILL (CONT’D) What are you saying? You want credit?

ANITA (hurt) Don’t reduce it like that.

BILL I’m not. I just… I had a draft before you came on.

ANITA It’s not about recognition. It’s about truth.

A long silence. Her voice softens.

ANITA (CONT’D) The script is beautiful. I’m proud of you. (beat) But do you really think it would be what it is… if we hadn’t done it together?

Bill exhales. The weight of it settles in.

BILL (softly) No.

ANITA That’s all I wanted to hear.

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SCENE 1 – INT. ANITA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT A tiny, cluttered studio. Scripts are spread across the floor, Post-its cling to the wall in color-coded chaos. Sheet music is scribbled with red ink.

Anita, 29, intense but burnt out, presses piano keys mechanically. Nothing lands.

She exhales. Closes the piano.

ANITA (to herself) Come on. Just one chorus that works.

She crumples a page. Shoots it into the trash. Misses.

She opens her phone and records a voice memo.

ANITA (V.O.) Memo to self: Act One—rewrite “Running Again.” Chorus isn’t working. Oh—and stop doubting yourself. (sarcastic) Seriously. That’s helpful.

Ping. A text from JACK (Ex): "Still ignoring me? I deserve an answer."

She stares. Deletes it.

🎬 SCENE 2 – INT. DANCE STUDIO – DAY A small class of kids follows Anita through a fast routine.

ANITA And five-six-seven—again!

Marcus, 40s, smug and checked-out, leans against the door. After class, he approaches.

MARCUS Walk-ins just paid cash. You’ll cover Sasha’s classes again this week, right?

ANITA That’s… the third week in a row.

MARCUS You’re good with the kids. Smile more, Anita. You’ll get better tips.

He walks off.

Anita clenches her jaw. A student taps her leg.

KID Miss Anita, will you write a show for us?

She kneels, softening.

ANITA Maybe someday.

She smiles, but the exhaustion is real.

🎬 SCENE 3 – EXT. SIDEWALK – EVENING Anita exits the studio. Her tote bag is overstuffed with notebooks. She walks briskly, nearly colliding with—

BILL, 30, unshaven, magnetic, a bit too charming. He stumbles backward.

BILL Whoa—sorry! Hey! You dropped this.

He holds up a small laminated card.

ANITA (pats bag) Oh wow. That’s my lyric pass.

BILL Lyric pass?

ANITA I keep lyrics in there I like. Inspo stuff. (beat) I didn’t even know I dropped it. Thanks.

BILL No problem. Hey, I’m looking for Jane’s Carousel?

ANITA That’s… not far. I can tell you, or—

She hesitates. Then gestures.

ANITA (CONT’D) I’ll show you. Walk this way.

They start walking. In the wrong direction.

🎬 SCENE 4 – EXT. WATERFRONT PROMENADE – TWILIGHT They walk. Bill snaps a photo of the skyline.

BILL It’s really pretty down here.

He flips his phone to selfie mode.

BILL (CONT’D) Your turn. Be iconic.

ANITA Iconic? I’m more… “awkward standing girl #2.”

BILL That’s a brand.

She twirls. He snaps the photo mid-spin.

BILL (CONT’D) Boom. Captured awkward glory.

They sit on a nearby bench. Laughter gives way to quiet.

ANITA I’m working on a musical. That’s why the lyric pass matters.

BILL What’s it about?

ANITA It’s kind of… about my mom. Sort of. She performed in community theater. Used art to survive.

Bill leans in, genuinely curious.

BILL That’s beautiful. What's the main character want?

ANITA To make sense of her life. Through songs. Through travel. Through… something bigger than what she was given. Add:

A moment where Anita awkwardly teaches Bill a dance move from her class.

They do bad karaoke snippets of random musical lines.

Anita asks: “What would your musical be about?” He jokes, then gets unexpectedly sincere: “A guy who doesn’t know how to stop performing.” A pause. The moment deepens.

🎬 SCENE 5 – EXT. COFFEE STAND – LATER Bill and Anita wait for drinks. She laughs as he scrolls TikTok dance fails.

BILL So… it’s Friday. Plans?

ANITA Avengers re-release with friends. I’m a sucker for Cap.

BILL Respect. Got a guilty favorite?

ANITA Why does it have to be “guilty?”

She shows him her phone: Dear John movie poster.

BILL You’re joking.

ANITA Nope. Full sincerity.

BILL Alright. Points for honesty.

She checks her phone. Her face shifts.

ANITA I’m late. Gotta run. Teaching again tonight.

BILL Wait—can I walk you?

ANITA I’ll be late. But… thanks.

He watches her go. She turns once—smiles—then disappears into the crowd.

SCENE 6 – INT. ANITA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT Anita sits on the floor, laptop open. She FaceTimes her best friend, MIRA (30s, opinionated, warm), who’s mid-makeup routine.

MIRA You look… like someone who hasn’t seen the sun in 9 days.

ANITA I’m writing. Or trying to.

MIRA What’s the hold-up?

ANITA The chorus still sucks. The story’s strong, but I keep second-guessing the emotional beats. (beat) Also, I met this guy. Kind of annoying. Kind of charming. ANITA The producer who came to the showcase last year finally responded. Said, ‘Send me something tight.’ MIRA Both. Dangerous combo.

Anita smirks. Glances at the crumpled lyrics pile beside her.

🎬 SCENE 7 – EXT. FERRY TERMINAL – SUNSET Anita waits. Her phone’s dead. She frowns at the schedule.

BILL (O.S.) Missed it?

He appears, holding a ridiculous vintage hat.

ANITA You again.

BILL Hey, it’s for an audition. Sixties thing. I kind of love it.

She squints, then adjusts the brim slightly.

ANITA There. Less lopsided heartbreak poet, more charming weirdo.

They sit on the bench. Calm water behind them.

ANITA (CONT’D) I’ve been writing this musical for years. I just… don’t know if I can pull it off.

BILL What’s stopping you?

ANITA What if no one listens?

BILL Then we yell louder.

He pauses, thinking.

BILL (CONT’D) Can I read it? Your script?

ANITA Maybe. If you promise not to fix it.

BILL No promises.

🎬 SCENE 8 – INT. STUDIO – NIGHT Anita dances alone. Mirror reflects her hesitance. She stops, checks the time.

BILL (O.S.) Knock knock.

He enters, holding her script.

BILL (CONT’D) It’s raw. Messy. Personal. Beautiful.

ANITA Yeah?

BILL Yeah. But you should use language shifts. The mom’s lullaby—what if it starts in English, then slides into Hindi?

ANITA I don’t speak it fluently.

BILL I can help. Just… small phrases.

She hesitates.

ANITA Okay. But only if it feels real.

He nods. They stand in front of the mirror.

BILL Ready to make something epic?

ANITA More like human.

🎬 SCENE 9 – INT. STUDIO OFFICE – NEXT MORNING Anita approaches Marcus with her check stub.

ANITA This doesn’t cover all my classes.

MARCUS It’s what I can offer right now. Take it or leave it.

She takes a breath—then walks straight past him.

INT. STUDIO – MOMENTS LATER

Bill walks in. Sees Anita furious. She hands him the stub.

ANITA I’m not doing this again.

BILL Want me to talk to him?

ANITA No. I’ll handle it.

She re-enters Marcus’s office. We stay outside with Bill.

Raised voices. Marcus deflecting. Anita doesn’t back down.

Finally—Marcus returns with a corrected envelope.

MARCUS Fine. Here.

Anita exits, victorious.

BILL Remind me never to cross you.

ANITA Damn right.

🎬 SCENE 10 – INT. CAFE – DAY Anita and Bill sit at a corner table, laptop open between them.

ANITA Scene four—her monologue at the train station—it’s too abstract.

BILL Make it about the moment she decides not to leave.

ANITA She wants something more. Not escape. Just… meaning.

BILL Like you?

ANITA Exactly.

He leans in.

BILL You’re not writing her. You’re writing you.

She leans back.

ANITA Don’t psychoanalyze me, musical boy.

They laugh.

Anita’s phone buzzes. Producer: "Let’s talk. I’m interested."

She stares at it, breath caught.

ANITA (V.O.) This might be it.

SCENE 11 – INT. PRODUCER’S OFFICE – DAY A sleek, minimalist office. Anita sits nervously across from the Producer (50s, sharp, no-nonsense), clutching a marked-up draft.

PRODUCER I’ve been following your project. The potential’s there. It's bold. Intimate.

ANITA It’s about finding identity. Through art. Through leaving home. Through staying connected to something lost.

PRODUCER Right. But I need a hook. Something commercial. Something “big.”

He taps the script.

PRODUCER (CONT’D) The writing? Solid. But the structure—loose. And your collaborator?

ANITA Bill. He’s the reason it feels alive.

PRODUCER And maybe the reason it won’t get made. Think about that.

Anita stiffens. Her grip on the script tightens. Scene X – INT. PRODUCER’S OFFICE – NIGHT

Anita sits across from the Producer alone for the first time. No Bill yet. The producer offers partial funding but says:

PRODUCER You’re the soul. But a show with two names is harder to sell. You sure this Bill guy is essential?

Add tension: We see Anita hesitate, before she tells Bill anything.

Scene 12 – Anita & Bill: Dumplings Currently, we’re told Anita turned the producer down. Let's SHOW more of this as a dramatic beat.

Add:

Anita tells Bill she turned the offer down because of the solo clause. He asks, “Why?”

Anita:

Because I’d lose what we’re building. It’s not just about the story. It’s our story now.

🎬 SCENE 12 – INT. ANITA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT Anita sits on the floor, staring at her phone. Draft pages surround her like fallen leaves.

A knock. It’s Bill, holding two paper bags.

BILL You missed dinner. I brought dumplings. And… dumpling-shaped cookies?

He sits across from her.

ANITA The producer wants to fund it.

BILL That’s amazing!

ANITA If I drop you.

Beat.

BILL Oh.

He sets the bags down gently.

ANITA I said no. But… it shook me. I don’t know how to protect this show.

BILL We protect it together.

They sit in quiet solidarity. She pulls a Post-it off the wall, hands it to him. It reads: “Scene 6 – Rewrite.”

ANITA Let’s start here.

🎬 SCENE 13 – INT. STUDIO – DAY A full writing session. They act out scenes, argue about lyrics, laugh at bad dialogue.

ANITA Her line should be “I’m not running— I’m choosing.” That changes everything.

BILL What if we sing that? Like… (sings, off-key) “I’m not ruuuunning—”

ANITA Nope. Cut.

BILL Harsh critic.

She tosses a prop scarf at him. He puts it on.

BILL (CONT’D) Fine. Let me just workshop this entire monologue as a French mime.

She groans and presses record on her phone.

They dissolve into laughter. Real, relaxed, equals.

🎬 SCENE 14 – INT. CAFE – DAY They review a new draft on Bill’s laptop.

BILL Opening monologue: starts too vague. Needs stakes.

ANITA How do we show she has something to lose?

BILL What do you feel like you’re risking?

Anita considers this, surprised.

ANITA Being forgotten. Like my mom. She sang her heart out to five people and no spotlight.

BILL Then let’s write that.

She smiles, emotional.

🎬 SCENE 15 – EXT. PARK – SUNSET They sit on a bench surrounded by scripts and coffee cups. A soft golden hour.

ANITA We’re getting closer. The show feels like… it’s breathing now.

BILL It’s you. You gave it lungs.

ANITA It’s us.

He looks at her. Something hangs between them.

BILL Can I ask something stupid?

ANITA Please. I’ve done interpretive scarf mime today. No judgment.

BILL Do you ever imagine… what happens after? When the lights go down?

ANITA Sometimes. (beat) But I’m trying to stay here. In the middle of it.

She taps his notepad.

ANITA (CONT’D) We’re building something. Let’s get it right.

They smile—unspoken, growing connection.

SCENE 16 – INT. STUDIO – EARLY EVENING Anita walks in with new props—fabric swatches, a worn tambourine, and a folded vision board.

Bill’s tinkering with a lighting console.

ANITA Look what I found—my mom’s tambourine. Glitter and all.

She shakes it. It jingles.

BILL (laughs) It belongs in Act One. The mother’s memory scene.

ANITA Exactly.

She lays out fabric ideas. Bill doesn’t look up.

BILL I’ve been thinking… we should scale bigger. LED screens, transitions. Make it feel epic. “people expect spectacle. Maybe then someone will notice me.” ANITA We don’t need that. The show’s intimate.

BILL Sure, but small doesn’t mean cheap. We want impact, right?

ANITA Impact doesn’t mean spectacle. It means truth.

Tension grows.

BILL Why won’t you even try something new?

ANITA Because it’s not a gimmick. It’s my story.

A beat.

BILL Maybe we’re not on the same team.

ANITA (quiet but firm) Maybe we’re not.

She walks out.

🎬 SCENE 17 – INT. TATTOO SHOP – NIGHT Bill, drunk and determined, stumbles in.

TATTOO ARTIST You sure about this?

BILL Yeah. It matters.

He holds up a crumpled napkin: “The Music Is the Map.”

TATTOO ARTIST Left tricep it is.

As the machine buzzes, Bill closes his eyes.

BILL (V.O.) This is it. Show her I care. Show her I mean it.

🎬 SCENE 18 – INT. STUDIO – DAY Anita tunes the keyboard. Bill enters, arm bandaged under his sleeve.

BILL Hey.

She turns. Notices his wince.

ANITA What did you do?

He pulls up his sleeve. Reveals the raw tattoo.

BILL To prove I care.

She stares.

ANITA You got the title… tattooed?

BILL I was drunk. But it felt right.

ANITA It’s kind of… a mess.

BILL I know. But the feeling was real.

She touches the edge of the bandage, then his hand.

ANITA Okay. Let’s fix it. The tattoo. The show. Everything.

They sit side-by-side again.

🎬 SCENE 19 – INT. STUDIO – NIGHT A montage:

Anita scribbling lyrics furiously

Bill coordinating costume fittings

Tech rehearsal mishaps

Anita directing cast with clear vision

Bill in the background, following her lead

This time—she's steering the ship.

Over this, we hear:

ANITA (V.O.) I used to think if I told the story right, it would heal something. Now I just want it to land true.

The stage lights flicker on. Everything is almost ready.

🎬 SCENE 20 – INT. ANITA’S BEDROOM – NIGHT Anita lies awake. The phone buzzes.

TEXT FROM PRODUCER: “London offer still open. Solo billing. Clean slate. You’re ready.”

She stares at it, heart pounding.

Then, she writes a message:

ANITA (TEXTING): “I told the story right. That was always the goal. I’m not going alone.”

She hits send.

SCENE 21 – INT. STUDIO – DRESS REHEARSAL – NIGHT The studio buzzes with final preparations. Costumes everywhere. Stage lights flicker on. Anita emerges wearing a vintage dress and an oversized wig.

ANITA Okay, this is… a lot.

She twirls. Reaches for the wig. It won’t budge.

ANITA (CONT’D) Wait—it’s stuck. Like, seriously stuck.

BILL Here—let me—

ANITA Be gentle. That’s my scalp.

He gently tries to untwist it. They laugh.

BILL Okay, on three—one, two—

POP! The wig flies off. Lands on the lighting board. Lights flicker.

ANITA Oh my god.

BILL You broke the light with your head.

ANITA And you wore that boa last week. So we’re even.

They collapse into laughter.

ANITA (CONT’D) Let’s get back to work. Curtain’s coming.

🎬 SCENE 22 – INT. SMALL THEATER – NIGHT (SHOWCASE) An intimate crowd. Dim lighting. The performance is raw, emotional. A montage shows:

Anita singing lead vocals with fierce clarity.

Bill performing monologues.

The final number—spare, soulful.

Lights fade out. Silence.

Then—applause.

Backstage, Anita exhales, heart pounding. Bill grips her hand. They share a look.

🎬 SCENE 23 – INT. BILL’S APARTMENT – LATER THAT NIGHT Pizza boxes, tea mugs, scattered notebooks. Anita and Bill crash on the couch, buzzing with adrenaline.

BILL We did it.

ANITA It felt… real.

He scrolls on his phone. She notices something and freezes.

ANITA (CONT’D) Wait—can I see that?

She takes his phone. A press release from the producer’s site.

HEADLINE: “BILL THOMAS STUNS IN SOLO SHOW: ‘THE MUSIC IS THE MAP’” No mention of her.

She picks up the program from the showcase table—no credit line.

ANITA Where’s my name?

BILL Anita, it’s a solo show. That was the agreement.

ANITA No. We built this. Together. You used my words. My story.

A long silence.

BILL I didn’t mean to—

ANITA You didn’t even thank me. Make Bill’s complicity clearer:

He says, “The producer ran with it. I didn’t want to lose the momentum.”

Anita:

“So you just erased me? After everything?” 🎬 SCENE 24 – INT. ANITA’S APARTMENT – NIGHT Anita sits in the dark, re-reading their original script draft. Markings show her edits—her fingerprints on everything.

She opens her voice memo app and speaks softly:

ANITA (V.O.) Memo to self: You don’t disappear just because someone forgets to name you.

She deletes the app. Stands. Exits the apartment.

🎬 SCENE 25 – EXT. NYC STREET – DAY A few days later. Anita exits a coffee shop, scripts under her arm. Bill spots her across the street.

BILL Hey.

She stops.

ANITA You found me.

BILL I’ve been rewriting. A new show. My own story this time. But… I’m stuck.

ANITA What do you need?

BILL Perspective. Your voice in the room.

She studies him, wary but open.

ANITA Only if we build it together. No shadows.

BILL No shadows.

He offers her a script. She takes it.

SCENE 26 – INT. STUDIO – DAY Anita and Bill sit side-by-side again—coffee cups, notebooks, and open laptops between them. But this time, Anita takes the lead.

ANITA Act One—we open with your first audition. The failure. The sweat. That weird hat.

BILL Bold choice.

ANITA We show the fear. The desperation. Not just “I want to perform,” but “I need to be heard.”

BILL And what about you?

ANITA I’m not writing myself in. Not this time. But you’ll know it’s me in the details.

She taps a Post-it: “Speak what you’re afraid to say.”

🎬 SCENE 27 – INT. STUDIO – REHEARSAL MONTAGE Montage:

Bill practicing lines alone, more grounded than ever

Anita coaching a cast member through a scene

Set pieces being painted

Anita sitting with the tech team, adjusting lighting cues herself

A moment between them—silent, connected—before opening night

ANITA (V.O.) I didn’t need to play the lead to be the voice behind the curtain.

🎬 SCENE 28 – INT. THEATER – SHOWCASE NIGHT A packed room. Dim lights.

A new production—Bill’s story—opens. There’s humor, honesty, awkward dancing, heartbreak, and hope.

During the final scene, Bill speaks:

BILL (ON STAGE) “There was a woman who changed everything. She made the map I followed.”

He turns, gestures offstage. Lights shift.

Cut to Anita in the wings—watching, stunned.

The crowd erupts in applause.

🎬 SCENE 29 – INT. THEATER LOBBY – LATER People mingle post-show. Anita signs a playbill.

RANDOM WOMAN Your lyrics… they made me cry.

ANITA Thank you.

She turns—Bill approaches slowly.

BILL There’s a revised website. And posters. With your name first.

ANITA Thank you.

BILL This was never really mine. Not without you.

A beat.

ANITA It is yours. And it’s mine too. Finally.

🎬 SCENE 30 – EXT. NYC PARK – DAY (EPILOGUE) A small outdoor performance. Children act out a scene from The Music Is the Map in a pop-up play. Anita directs from the grass, script in hand.

Bill records on his phone, laughing as a kid ad-libs a line.

KID ACTOR Wait—where’s the music? I thought it was a musical!?

ANITA (ad-libbing) The music is in you! Now move your feet!

Laughter from parents.

She looks at Bill. He gives a mock bow. She raises her eyebrows: “Behave.”

ANITA (V.O.) We tried to find our way. And maybe, in telling the story, we did.

They smile at each other. Peaceful. Earned.

FADE OUT.

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SCENE INT. LIVING ROOM / KITCHEN — NIGHT

Old jazz and cast albums spill from the speakers. Bill dances barefoot, phone in hand, overjoyed.

BILL You should’ve seen it, Anita. It was chaos. Magic. You’d have eaten it up.

BILL (CONT’D) Playbill’s gonna lose it. This—this is the big one we always pictured.

He hums a bass riff. Taps invisible drums.

BILL Boom—boom—snap! You feel that rhythm?

He’s buzzing. Radiant.

INT. KITCHEN — CONTINUOUS

No Anita.

Water boiling. Mac & cheese untouched.

BILL Did you read the BroadwayWorld piece? “A fierce, unfiltered debut that reshapes soul.” Boom. That’s a quote.

Still no reply.

BILL I created, directed, launched a show that brought the house down. Why weren’t you there?

He fixes a drink. Rests on the counter.

BILL (calling) Anita? Are you here?

Nothing. Then—her voice, faint.

ANITA (O.S.) I’m here.

BILL I just wanted tonight to feel big.

ANITA (O.S.) So did I.

BILL Then what’s going on?

BILL (CONT’D) Why didn’t you come?

Music swells—nervous jazz behind the quiet.

BILL Anita, say something. Please. Why’d you stay away?

A dish clinks. She enters.

SCENE CONTINUES INT. KITCHEN — CONTINUOUS

ANITA You wanna know why I didn’t show?

BILL Yeah.

ANITA Because I knew what it’d be.

BILL What are you saying?

ANITA You’d drift around glowing. Everyone circling you. And me? I’d smile, nod, say I was happy— Which I am. I swear.

BILL Then why—

ANITA Because it hurts to fake like being beside you equals being with you.

BILL That’s not right.

ANITA Isn’t it? Lately, every room you walk into… I feel like a ghost chasing a man who never pauses.

BILL Tonight was different. I had to shine. It was opening—

ANITA And I had to know I still exist to you when no one’s watching.

BILL You’re twisting this around—

ANITA I didn’t go because I knew I’d come home lonelier than if I never left. I needed more than applause, Bill. Not speeches. Not toasts. Just you.

BILL You could’ve told me.

ANITA I did. Over and over. In quiet ways. You just stopped catching it.

She holds up her phone.

ANITA (CONT’D) Want to know my evening? I sat rereading old emails I drafted for you. Scrolled through your script notes I gave feedback on. Listened to our song—renamed, credited to someone else.

BILL That’s unfair. You know the business.

ANITA Yeah. I do.

BILL (soft) You’re mad.

ANITA No. I’m worn out.

She sets her phone down.

ANITA (CONT’D) You didn’t lose me tonight for skipping a premiere. You lost me long before the curtains rose.

BILL (quiet) I thought we were building this together.

ANITA We were. Then it became just yours.

BILL So I’m the villain for doing well?

ANITA No. You’re the man who forgot who stood with him before the crowd showed up.

Silence.

Boiling water hums.

ANITA (CONT’D) I’m not upset over tonight. I’m heartbroken over every night before it.

INT. KITCHEN — NIGHT

ANITA (beat, direct) And it’s not just that you came late. It’s that you built this gorgeous, praised musical— with pieces of me… my words, my tone, my life— then acted like I was invisible.

ANITA (CONT’D) It’s about your lens. How you see me— in your life, and especially in your art.

ANITA (CONT’D) The show you opened tonight? It wouldn’t breathe without me.

SCENE 4 — INT. KITCHEN — CONTINUOUS

BILL Lana’s not you. Sure, your story helped sketch things—

BILL (CONT’D) You gave shape. You gave emotion. But she’s her own mix.

ANITA Really? You’re eating Kraft and yelling like I’m nuts— because I noticed your whole script is patched with my life?

BILL Imani isn’t your mirror.

BILL (CONT’D) Okay, yes, your recovery journey sparked parts—

ANITA At twenty?

BILL Yes. You gave me vision. But Imani’s a hybrid—not you.

ANITA A mix of who, Bill?

BILL Different sources.

ANITA Which ones?

BILL My cousin. Old friends. Pieces here and there.

ANITA (low, hurt) Seems like love fades the moment someone gets too close.

BILL That’s not true.

ANITA You only notice us when we’re leaving.

BILL So what now? You want me begging?

ANITA I’m not here for apologies.

BILL Then tell me—what? What do you want?

ANITA The show is a triumph. And yes, I’m proud. But let me ask…

ANITA (CONT’D) Do you believe it’d exist… if we hadn’t been us?

BILL No.

ANITA That’s all I needed.

Let me know if you'd like me to continue formatting the rest of the script with the same constraint.

You said:

yes

ChatGPT said:

Stopped generating

Great — here’s the continuation, matching the original formatting and word count per sentence, exactly as before.

SCENE 5 — INT. KITCHEN — LATER

ANITA (soft) I don’t care about the buzz. Just don’t act like I’m guaranteed.

BILL I don’t.

ANITA You did.

BILL I’m sorry.

ANITA Now that the show’s out, everyone will gather to celebrate you.

BILL (half-grin) You think so?

ANITA Oh yeah. I’ve heard them already. “So profound.” “Such a tender writer.” “Sensitive. Thoughtful. Brilliant.”

BILL You shouldn’t have quit acting.

ANITA (dry) Why, Bill?

BILL Because if you ever played a role that let you just be you— only you— you’d wreck the whole room.

BILL (CONT’D) Sure, you didn’t land the parts you should have. You hated being Background Girl and Nervous Waitress…

But we all resent our first gigs.

BILL (CONT’D) I wrote sad songs for teen breakups. Pitched rhymes for soap. Toured with dinner shows.

(beat) You keep pushing. You persist. Even without genius, you persist. But you can’t persist if you collapse after every rough chorus.

ANITA (watching quietly) Right.

BILL (CONT’D) What’s cruel is blaming me for your standstill.

(beat) Look around. Choose a space. Start something.

(beat) Stop pretending I’m the wall holding you back.

BILL (CONT’D) I booked your rehab. I stayed when you left and came back trembling.

(beat) You said you’d write for two days. You vanished for a week.

(beat) Still—I stayed.

(beat) So don’t lay that at my feet. You won’t win that story.

INT. LIVING ROOM — NIGHT Anita stands, breath thin. Tears hover.

ANITA You were there. Yes. I was lost. I own that.

(beat) But be honest—why’d you stay?

(beat) Because I was good content.

ANITA (CONT’D) I gave you verses. Themes. Whole arcs.

(beat) And more than that… I gave you chaos you could tame. Pain with a pattern.

(beat) Because I thought this was love. Didn’t realize I was just your next subplot.

(beat) A story. One you could keep rewriting, as long as I kept breaking in poetic ways.

ANITA (CONT’D) And at the party tonight? I heard it. My life. Packaged. Performed.

(beat) So don’t pretend you stayed for me.

(beat) You stayed for the plot.

ANITA (CONT’D) Tell me something, Bill… How’d you write that aching second-act solo from Lana’s view?

She steps in, voice flat and sharp.

ANITA (CONT’D) You’re a liar. That’s why I wasn’t thanked. Because deep down, you know it.

(beat) You have no voice of your own. You just echo.

You repeat.

(beat) You’re a reflection machine.

(beat) God forbid you sit in quiet, and make something from zero.

(beat) What’ll you do then, Bill? Write this?

(beat) I doubt it.

You don’t have the courage. The honesty. The nerve.

To sit in the quiet.

(beat) To face your ego, your terror of being average… and admit your so-called brilliance was never just yours.

ANITA (CONT’D) You say this show’s about shame. About regret.

(beat) Whose shame, Bill?

(beat) Whose regret?

Please.

BILL (quiet, struck) Now you’re just being vicious.

ANITA Oh yeah?

(beat) Here’s the worst part—

You don’t even want to fix this.

Because fixing it would mean facing how awful it all got.

(beat) But don’t worry. I’m not here to hurt you for sport.

I won’t throw this in your face just to sting you.

A pause. Stillness.

BILL (shaken) I didn’t mean to.

ANITA Too late.

Want me to continue with SCENE 7 onward in this exact format?

You said:

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ChatGPT said:

Continuing now with SCENE 7 onward, maintaining identical formatting and word count per sentence as in your original.

SCENE 7 INT. LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS

BILL (through the glass) What did you mean by mediocre?

BILL Were you just trying to hurt me? Is that why you said it?

ANITA Of everything I said… that’s the part you heard?

BILL I just need to know— Do you believe that?

ANITA Guess.

BILL Just answer.

ANITA What’s the exact question?

BILL (evenly) Do you actually dislike the show?

ANITA That feels like… a separate question.

BILL So you don’t love me and you don’t love the piece?

ANITA I didn’t say that.

BILL That’s what you said.

ANITA Bill, you’re spiraling.

BILL I’m spiraling? This night was everything— and you’re torching it.

ANITA Look at you.

BILL Just answer. Do you think my voice is mediocre? Because that’s what you said. That’s what you fucking said.

ANITA Lower your voice.

BILL I won’t.

ANITA Then I’m done speaking.

SCENE 8 INT. BATHROOM – MOMENTS LATER

BILL Did you say it just to wound me?

ANITA Did I?

BILL You claimed I stayed for content. That your pain was my plot.

ANITA And you said I’m only an artist when I’m someone’s muse.

BILL I was bleeding.

ANITA So was I.

BILL I don’t know how to erase it.

ANITA Good.

ANITA (CONT’D) Because I don’t want it erased. I want you to sit with it. All of it.

BILL I hate that I broke you.

ANITA It wasn’t just harm. It was exposure.

(beat) And now I have to ask… Can I live with that version of you?

BILL So this is what truth tastes like?

ANITA Ugly. But overdue.

SCENE 9 INT. LIVING ROOM – NIGHT

Anita sits still, spine straight. Bill paces, voice taut.

BILL You think I’m a narcissist who drained you?

ANITA I think you took what was there. And I just bled nearby.

BILL That’s brutal.

ANITA It’s also real.

BILL (yelling) You want to talk being used? You handed me your grief. I carried it like glass. Now I dropped it?

ANITA (calm) Because you did.

BILL You want examples? I flew to Chicago for your five-minute play.

ANITA You slept through it.

BILL (bitter) I was sick.

ANITA You were hungover.

BILL (breaking) You bring out the worst parts of me.

ANITA No. I just won’t let you pretend they’re the best.

BILL You stayed because you loved the role— the one who hurts for the art. Because without hurt, what would you write?

ANITA And you stayed because my hurt gave you something to write.

Bill stiffens. No words left.

SCENE 10 INT. BATHROOM – LATER THAT NIGHT

BILL I’m scared if I stop writing… you won’t need me.

Anita rinses her mouth. Wipes her lip. Silent.

BILL (CONT’D) The praise drowns out the silence. The reviews… keep me from asking if you’re okay.

(beat) And somewhere in it, I mistook you for the work. I loved what we built. Forgot—you built it, too.

Anita turns to face him. Arms folded. Done waiting.

ANITA Do you mean this?

BILL Yes.

ANITA Or is it fear that I’m already gone?

BILL (quiet) Both.

ANITA You think being vulnerable makes you safe.

SCENE 11 EXT. BACKYARD – EARLY MORNING

BILL (after long pause) Still mad?

ANITA No.

BILL Still leaving?

ANITA Still unsure.

ANITA (CONT’D) Not today.

BILL Okay.

SCENE 12 INT. LIVING ROOM – MORNING

BILL It’s posted.

ANITA Read it.

BILL You sure?

ANITA Do I seem unsure?

He scrolls. Eyes the screen.

BILL (reading) “A raw, bruised masterpiece. A confession scored in rhythm. Bill Carter drips genius—especially when borrowing a woman’s wounds.”

Silence. Anita blinks. Something shifts.

BILL (CONT’D) They think I nailed it.

ANITA They don’t know what it cost.

He shuts the laptop slowly.

BILL We made something real.

ANITA Can I ask something? And you answer without making me feel small?

BILL (sighs) Yeah.

ANITA Why didn’t you cast me?

(beat) You wrote it for me at first. So… why not?

BILL (clicks tongue) So that’s what this is?

ANITA No.

BILL Yeah, it is.

ANITA It’s not. But once, this was ours. I don’t know when it stopped. I don’t know how. But I sat there thinking: “God. I didn’t mean to give all that away.”

(beat, shaky) And I won’t argue about Taylor. But you fought for everything else. Why not me?

(sniffles) I’d have been great. Maybe better.

BILL So that’s the point.

ANITA What?

BILL The truth. You wrecked the night… just to say you’re jealous.

ANITA It’s not jealousy.

BILL You quit acting. When it got picked up, I asked you. You said yes—but you weren’t all in.

ANITA I was all in this time, Bill. Believe me.

BILL No. You held back. That’s the truth. And that thing in you—that fear— it’s still there.

ANITA I held back because you didn’t believe in me.

BILL No. You want to play victim. Say I didn’t choose you so you gave up.

You are impossible.

ANITA (quiet) But you let them think it was all yours.

(beat)

BILL So what now?

ANITA Now?

(beat) You give me my voice back.

They sit. Not touching. Not smiling. Just breathing.

Outside, the light comes in. And at last… they say nothing.

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vatt-world · 14 days ago

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We're seeking someone to join our team as a Java Developer in Prime Brokerage & Secured Financing Tech to help build software for our Fixed Income and Equity trading businesses in a fast-paced and business-focused environment.

In the Technology division, we leverage innovation to build the connections and capabilities that power our Firm, enabling our clients and colleagues to redefine markets and shape the future of our communities.

This is a contract Software Engineering position, for developing and maintaining software solutions that support business needs.

Morgan Stanley is an industry leader in financial services, known for mobilizing capital to help governments, corporations, institutions, and individuals around the world achieve their financial goals.

Interested in joining a team that's eager to create, innovate and make an impact on the world? Read on.

What you'll do in the role:

Participate in the full software development lifecycle for a system: requirement gathering, coding, testing, and deployment. Collaborate with team members to understand requirements and deliver on software projects. Contribute to continuous improvement initiatives within the team. Assist in troubleshooting and debugging software issues. You will work with various programming languages and technologies including, but not limited to: Java, Python, Angular, Linux, and SQL.

What you'll bring to the role:

7+ years of industry experience with Java. Experience with Spring frameworks, such as Spring Boot. Excellent written and verbal communication skills.

Desirable other skills include:

Experience working with RESTful services Familiarity with Scala or C++ Comfort with databases such as Sybase ASE or DB2, and SQL. Knowledge of Prime Brokerage, or Securities Financing/Lending is a plus but not required.

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Watches for New Files Monitors directories or HCP/S3 for inbound files.

Triggered via scheduled job or Kafka metadata message.

✅ 2. Reads File Content Uses FileManagerAdapter (e.g., LocalFileLoaderAdapter, HCPFileManagerAdapter).

Reads CSV/flat file line-by-line.

✅ 3. Validates File Structure Uses BulkScoringOrderValidationService

Checks for:

Proper batch header/trailer (BH / BT)

Record count consistency

Required fields present

✅ 4. Creates Domain Object Builds a BulkScoringOrder: ///////

This Spring Batch + Kafka microservice ingests raw payment instruction files (like CSV), validates and transforms them into structured scoring records, and sends them to downstream services via Kafka.

Kafka (BulkScoringOrder) ↓ S3: Download files → Batch Job Launched ↓ Step 1: File Header → FileHeaderInfo → Mongo Step 2: Batch Header → BatchHeaderInfo → Mongo Step 3: Instructions → ScoringOrder → Kafka + Mongo + Redis

✅ Core Responsibilities

Stage Purpose Kafka Consumer Listens for file arrival metadata (BulkScoringOrder) S3/Local File Access Reads actual instruction and header files Spring Batch Job Launches the step-based processing flow

Validation + Transformation Maps raw lines to domain objects (ScoringOrder, FileHeaderInfo)

Redis Tracks inflight status (INFLIGHT_PROCESSING, TRANSFORMED, etc.) ///// High-Level Flow Listens to Kafka topic validated-out

Retrieves Account info from Redis

Enriches the Payment object

Persists to MongoDB

Publishes enriched message to Kafka topic enriched-in

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// 🔁 Execution Steps 🟢 1. Kafka message arrives PaymentEnrichmentKafkaClient consumes message from validated-out

Message payload is a Payment object

🧠 2. Enrichment decision Reads isProcessingEnabled flag (@ConfigProperty)

/// Transformation Service – High-Level Overview ✅ 1. Consumes Validated Instructions Reads messages from Kafka topic received-out

Messages contain raw payment data (e.g., ACXInstruction)

✅ 2. Deserializes Dynamically Uses GFDTransformableDeserializer

Detects PaymentType (e.g., ACX) from Kafka headers

Converts to matching instruction class (e.g., ACXInstruction)

✅ 3. Transforms Into Standard Format Invokes InstructionTransformationUseCase

Internally uses InstructionMapperFactory + ACXInstructionMapper

Converts raw input into GFDInstruction

✅ 4. Enriches and Wraps As ScoringOrder Combines GFDInstruction + Kafka headers into ScoringOrder

Adds metadata like gfdId, batchId, and status: TRANSFORMED

/// Kafka Consumer Layer (Adapter) Class: SubmitterKafkaClient

Listens to enriched-out Kafka topic.

Extracts headers using MessageHeaderUtils.

Builds a ScoringOrder domain object.

Invokes PaymentPFDMapper to create the byte stream.

Emits the final message to pfd-request topic.

Updates the transaction status in Redis via InflightOutputPort.

Business Logic Layer Interfaces & Services:

SubmitterUseCase – Defines the core business operation.

SubmitterService – Implements the logic: validate, map, update status.

Domain Layer Main Domain Classes:

ScoringOrder: Root domain object.

GFDInstruction: Enriched transaction info.

TransactionInfo, Addenda, Payee, Address: Subcomponents.

InFlight: Tracks processing state of an instruction. //

The File Egress Service is responsible for moving enriched and processed fraud scoring files to their final destination (e.g., cloud bucket, downstream system) and updating processing status in Redis.

It acts after the Submitter service and before Notification or Export/Audit systems.

🧱 Core Responsibilities Task Details ✅ Listen to Kafka Consumes from egress-requested-out topic. 📦 Move Files Transfers file from input → output bucket (e.g., S3/HCP). 🔄 Update Processing Status Updates Redis with SCORING_FILE_MOVED_TO_OUTPUT_FOLDER. ❌ Handle Missing Files Validates file presence before move. ⚙️ Modular & Configurable Uses Quarkus config injection for paths, buckets, endpoints.

🧩 Architecture Overview pgsql Copy Edit ┌────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ Kafka Topic: egress-requested-out │ └────────────────────────────────────────────┘ │ ▼ ┌──────────────────────────────────────┐ │ FileEgressKafkaClient │ │ → Triggers moveFile() use case │ └──────────────────────────────────────┘ │ ▼ ┌───────────────────────────────────────┐ │ FileEgressInputPort (UseCase) │ │ - Moves File │ │ - Updates Redis status │ └───────────────────────────────────────┘ │ │ ▼ ▼ ┌────────────────────────┐ ┌────────────────────────────────────┐ │ FileSystemAdapter │ │ InflightRedisAdaptor │ │ - Validates file exists│ │ - Writes status to Redis │

/////////

file-generator service is responsible for:

✅ Listening to Kafka for FraudDecision messages, ✅ Tracking progress of a batch using Redis, ✅ Generating a response file when all decisions for a batch are received, and ✅ Uploading the file to object storage (e.g., HCP or S3).

🔄 High-Level Flow less Copy Edit ┌──────────────────────┐ │ Kafka Topic: │ │ file-collecting-out │ └─────────┬────────────┘ │ ▼ ┌────────────────────────────────────┐ │ file-generator Kafka Consumer │ │ (@Incoming FraudDecision messages) │ └────────────────┬───────────────────┘ │ [Extract gfdId from decision] │ ▼ ┌──────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ Redis (Inflight Tracker) │ │ - total expected children (from earlier)│ │ - increment processed count │ └────────────────┬────────────────────────┘ │ [Check if all children received] │ ▼ ┌──────────────────────────────────────┐ │ Format content for response file │ │ (e.g., line per decision: TXN001|OK) │ └────────────────┬─────────────────────┘ │ ▼ ┌───────────────────────────────────────┐ │ Write file using FileSystemAdapter │ │ - Local path: /scoring/temp/GFD123.txt│ └────────────────┬──────────────────────┘ │ ▼ ┌────────────────────────────────────────────┐ │ Upload file to S3 (HCP) using │ │ HCPFileHandlingAdapter │ └────────────────┬────────────────────────────┘

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vatt-world · 14 days ago

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import java.util.HashMap; import java.util.Map;

public class FrequencyCounter { public static void main(String[] args) { int[] nums = {2, 3, 2, 5, 3, 2}; Map<Integer, Integer> frequencyMap = new HashMap<>(); for (int num : nums) { frequencyMap.put(num, frequencyMap.getOrDefault(num, 0) + 1); } // Print the result for (Map.Entry<Integer, Integer> entry : frequencyMap.entrySet()) { System.out.println("Number " + entry.getKey() + " appears " + entry.getValue() + " times."); } }

} ////////////////////

rray = [2, 1, 5, 1, 3, 2] target = 8 We’ll find the longest subarray where the sum is ≤ 8.

We use left, right, and sum to control and track the window .int left = 0, sum = 0, max = 0;

left: starting point of our sliding window

sum: running total of the current window

count: total number of valid subarrays we find

for (int right = 0; right < array.length; right++) { Expands the window by moving the right pointer forward. sum += array[right]; while (sum > target) { sum -= array[left]; left++; } max = Math.max(max, right - left + 1); }

/// Inheritance Inheritance allows a class to inherit fields and methods from another class. It supports code reuse and method overriding.

🔹 10. Polymorphism Polymorphism lets you perform the same action in different ways. It includes compile-time (overloading) and runtime (overriding) polymorphism.

🔹 11. Encapsulation Encapsulation binds data and methods together, hiding internal details. It’s achieved using private fields and public getters/setters.

🔹 12. Abstraction Abstraction hides complex implementation details and shows only the essentials. It’s achieved using abstract classes or interfaces.

List allows duplicates, Set allows only unique elements, Map stores key-value pairs. They are part of the Java Collections Framework f

Lambdas enable functional-style code using concise syntax. They simplify the implementation of functional interfaces.

🔹 19. Functional Interfaces A functional interface has exactly one abstract method. Examples include Runnable, Callable, and Comparator.

Stream API processes collections in a functional and pipeline-based way. It supports operations like filter(), map(), and collect()

Heap stores objects and is shared, while Stack stores method calls and local variables. Stack is thread-safe; Heap is managed by the garbage collector.

Immutable objects, like String, cannot be changed once created. They are thread-safe and useful in concurrent applications.

int left = 0, right = array.length - 1; while (left < right) { if (array[left] + array[right] == target) { // Found pair } else if (array[left] + array[right] < target) { left++; } else { right--; } } //////////////////

kafka partitions

List inputList = // input data Map uniqueMap = new HashMap<>();

for (Person person : inputList) { String key = person.name + "_" + person.age;if (!uniqueMap.containsKey(key)) { uniqueMap.put(key, person); // first time seeing this name+age } else {

///

List people = Arrays.asList( new Person("Alice", 30), new Person("Bob", 25), new Person("Charlie", 35) ); // Sort by age using lambda people.sort((p1, p2) -> Integer.compare(p1.getAge(), p2.getAge()));

////////////////

public Person(String name, int age) { this.name = name; this.age = age; }@Override public boolean equals(Object o) { if (this == o) return true; if (!(o instanceof Person)) return false; Person person = (Person) o; return age == person.age && Objects.equals(name, person.name); } @Override public int hashCode() { return Objects.hash(name, age); }

}

/////////// hashCode() is used by hash-based collections like HashMap, HashSet, and Hashtable to find the bucket where the object should be placed.

bject.equals() method compares memory addresses

///

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vatt-world · 15 days ago

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VIVIAN There's this guy who did this art project. He took postcards and dropped them off in public places all over the city—like on subways, in bathrooms, on buses. He basically invited people to write an anonymous confession on the postcard—something they'd never told anybody—and then drop it in the mail.

WILSON OK.

VIVIAN He asked them to be creative with the postcard—use it like a canvas or something.

WILSON Mm-hm.

VIVIAN Well, within a year, he had collected over 10,000 confessions. And they were all amazing.

WILSON What kind of confessions?

VIVIAN All kinds. Some hilarious, some really sad. Like—one said:

“I wish my mom loved me for who I was and not who I hadn’t become.”

WILSON God, that's horrible.

VIVIAN I know. And one was really messed up—this babysitter said she found some condoms in the house and poked holes in them so she'd have job security.

WILSON God, that’s horrible.

VIVIAN I know. I gotta get a copy of this book.

WILSON If I ever see you again, can I borrow it?

VIVIAN If I ever see you again... yeah, sure.

WILSON So these people just wrote these things themselves? No catch?

VIVIAN Yeah. I think saying something and not being judged... it’s comforting.

WILSON You wanna go up there?

VIVIAN Sure. Look at those people kissing.

WILSON God, I love it down here. Look—“Metropolitan Water District,” established 1917.

VIVIAN Very good, very good.

WILSON Wells Fargo. That’s where I do all my banking. So... why don’t you tell me a confession you’ve never told anyone?

VIVIAN Um... I don’t know. I don’t think that’s a good idea.

WILSON Come on. You liked that art project. Said it made people feel good. Why not?

VIVIAN I don’t want you to judge me. Not that I have anything to hide.

WILSON I won’t judge you.

VIVIAN OK—if you do it, I’ll do it.

WILSON OK. But on one condition.

VIVIAN What?

WILSON You have to kiss me.

VIVIAN What do I get out of it?

WILSON A chance to kiss me.

VIVIAN I think I’ll pass.

WILSON Then I’m not confessing.

VIVIAN Fine.

WILSON And it has to be a real kiss. Like an adult kiss. With tongue.

VIVIAN Deal.

WILSON Deal.

VIVIAN OK. This is really embarrassing.

Um… I lied to get the job I have right now. I didn’t have any real references, so I made some up—completely fake people, fake emails, fake phone numbers. I even pretended to be my own reference once and talked in a fake accent. And somehow… I got hired. Every time my boss says I’m “exactly what they needed,” I feel like a complete fraud. I’ve never told anyone that.

WILSON What?

(laughs)

VIVIAN I know. Totally humiliating. And they walked in on me.

WILSON I can’t believe you did that.

VIVIAN Me neither. I feel gross.

WILSON That is so sick.

VIVIAN I know. Something I would never confess.

WILSON You know what? You shouldn’t have.

VIVIAN Well... now you have to kiss me.

WILSON I’m not kissing you.

VIVIAN Hey! Where are you going?

WILSON I wanna go home.

VIVIAN Because I was masturbating?

WILSON Yeah, I’m a little disturbed.

VIVIAN Well, grow up. Everybody masturbates.

WILSON Not to their friend’s girlfriend’s photo!

VIVIAN Well, it has to be real, or I can’t get off.

WILSON Oh my God. You are sick.

VIVIAN Yeah, well, who isn’t? I bet your confession is ten times worse.

WILSON You’re wrong.

VIVIAN What do you masturbate to?

WILSON None of your business!

VIVIAN But you do masturbate.

WILSON This date is over.

VIVIAN I told you. At sunset—it’s over!

WILSON Don’t you think you’re overreacting?

VIVIAN You brought condoms, didn’t you?

WILSON No! You are such a liar.

VIVIAN Let me search you.

WILSON No way. You didn’t hold up your end of the bargain.

VIVIAN Oh my God—you brought five condoms?

WILSON These aren’t mine! My buddy Jacob told me to take them!

VIVIAN You thought we were gonna have sex on date number one.

WILSON No! I just didn’t want to make it awkward if something happened.

VIVIAN What the f*ck are you talking about?

WILSON I brought them so that you didn’t have to feel like a sl*t...

VIVIAN What?!

WILSON ...like, so I wouldn’t have to run out. You don’t get mad at toilet paper when you have to take a sh*t!

VIVIAN F*ck you—and all men like you.

(music begins: “Lines” by Will Sheff)

WILSON Please—just don’t go home. It’s New Year’s Eve. I don’t wanna be left alone. Let me take you out to dinner. I have $100 in my account. Anywhere you want—as long as it’s not more than that.

VIVIAN There’s this Italian place I’ve always wanted to go to.

WILSON I love Italian.

VIVIAN You do?

WILSON Yeah.

(Later in the restaurant)

WAITER Buonasera. Happy New Year. Welcome to Oliva.

VIVIAN Thank you.

WILSON Cheers to a better year.

VIVIAN Yes. Better than being alone.

WILSON We can feel lonely and awful together.

(phone rings)

WILSON Your phone keeps ringing.

VIVIAN Sorry.

WILSON Just answer it.

VIVIAN I can’t. It’s my stupid ex-boyfriend.

WILSON Tell him to stop.

VIVIAN I left my house five days ago. Been in a motel. If I pick up, I’ll have to explain myself.

WILSON Do you want this hanging over your head another year?

(Vivian answers)

JACK (on phone) Honey, you OK? Everyone’s worried. I thought you were kidnapped.

VIVIAN I’m fine. We’re over, Jack.

JACK We made a vow—LA, be stars...

VIVIAN You should’ve thought about that before f*cking that girl.

JACK She was just a friend!

VIVIAN You know what? I’m on a date tonight—with an amazing guy.

JACK Put him on.

VIVIAN He’s standing right here.

WILSON I’m not talking to your ex.

VIVIAN Please. Just say something.

(Wilson takes phone)

JACK Who the fck are you, hm* f*g?

WILSON Listen, man...

JACK If you touched her—I’ll come with a shotgun. I’ll burn you alive, eat marshmallows off your corpses. You're already dead. There’s a bullet in your skull with my name in cursive.

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