So, um... wow. What an odd pairing. But, it had to be done. They both worked so well for their characters of Rusty and Willard. And there's your cast. Oh, and I decided to make Jennyanydots as Willard's mom. So... Yeah. Here's the script, copied verbatim:
Rusty: Arrgh!
Ariel: Let me guess. Willard's acting weird.
Rusty: So it's not just me?
Ariel: Rusty, you and Willard have been weird since kindergarten.
Rusty: But tonight is different. This is the first time we've ever left Bomont together. (Gasps at a sudden realization.) Maybe we don't travel well.
Ariel: Rusty, it's just a car ride!
Rusty: (frenetic.) But that makes it like a first date, doncha see? Oh, I should've seen the signs. The whole way up here I had to do all the talking. All he said was, "Uh-huh, mmm-hmmm, uh-huh, mmm-hmmm." You know what that means, doncha? My baby's in a panic!
Ariel: Now, don't make yourself crazy. Come on. I'll dance with you.
(They join the two-steppin' crowd; lights come up on Ren and Willard.)
Ren: You okay? You seem jumpy.
Willard: That's why I'm having a beer. Mama says I can have one beer or one cigarette, but if I have both I should never come home again.
Ren: Willard, c'mon. What's up? You finally go out on a date with Rusty...
Willard: Hold on, hold on! Is this a date? You asked me to go for a ride. You told Ariel to invite Rusty. It's more like I'm on a date with you.
Ren: And you look so handsome tonight.
Willard: Thank you. But you stuck me in the back seat with a crazy woman who won't stop moving and talking!
Ren: She's excited to be with you.
Willard: Oh, well. Sure. But the problem is...
Ren: Yes?
Willard: Between you and me?
Ren: Uh-huh?
Willard: (With difficulty.) I can't do it.
Ren: Oh. "It?" (Willard nods.) You can't do "it?"
Willard: No, sire.
Ren: Well, that's okay, Willard. It's only the first date.
Willard: Right.
Ren: You don't have to do "it" on the first date. Even in Chicago some people don't do it on the first date.
Willard: Really?
Ren: I swear.
Willard: Well, that makes me feel a lot better.
Ren: (Starts back to the dance floor.) Great! Then let's dance!
Willard: Dance? Dance?! What the hell do you think I'm talking about?
Ren: When you said you couldn't do "it," I thought you meant...
Willard: What? (It dawns on him.) Oh, that?! Hell, any idiot can do that! (Pointing to the dance floor.) I can't do this! I can't dance!
(Everybody turns to Willard and freezes; from across the dance floor, Rusty wails:)
Rusty: Whaaaaat?!
(The Cowgirls rush to her; the Cowboys converge on Willard.)
Cowboy Bob: (To Rusty.) D'ja hear that? You boyfriend says he can't dance!
(General reaction; Ren tries to calm the mob.)
Ren: Now, c'mon! Give the guy a break.
Bowboy Bob: But that ain't natural!
Band Member 1: It's like riding a bike.
Band Member 2: Or falling off a log.
Bowboy Bob: It's as easy as learning to swim.
Willard: I can't swim.
Bowboy Bob: Hey, fellas! Whaddya say we push 'im in the pool!
(The cowboys and Ren pull Willard into a huddle; lights down on them, as the focus shifts to the girls. A wisecrackin' Cowgirl questions Rusty:)
Cowgirl: Darlin', darlin', your boyfriend has two left feet and you had no idea?
Rusty: None.
Cowgirl: Didn't he never take you in his arms and sweep you off your feet?
Rusty: Not yet.
Cowgirl: Didn't he never whisper sweet nothings in your ear?
Rusty: No! But that's not how it is with me and Willard. (The cowgirls all scoff.) No, really! Willard has a lot of hidden talents. I mean, just look at him.)
(They turn to watch as the cowboy circle opens to reveal Ren showing Willard a rudimentary step; Willard fails miserably; the music stops. Ren pulls Willard back into the cowboy huddle. Lights down on them. The girls turn to Rusty.)
Cowgirl: Uhhhh... you were saying?
(Rusty smiles sheepishly, then suddenly turns front and sings:)
Eeep! I love this pairing ^_^ & this is too cute!
hollayyx 2 years ago
thanks!
mutinykitty 2 years ago
aww!! that was adorable lol
partridge1212 2 years ago
thanks ^^
mutinykitty 2 years ago