Half done, just for Sooty.
RODGER IS WALKING AROUND THE LOUNGE WITH A COUPLE OF SHEETS OF PAPER IN HIS HAND. THE ROOM FEATURES A STANDARD SIZED TABLE, A KEYBOARD / ORGAN (ANY TYPE OR SIZE) ON A SMALLER TABLE AND A STOOL.
NICK ENTERS THE ROOM, LOOKING A BIT FLUSTERED, CARRYING AN OVERNIGHT BAG OF CLOTHING.
NICK:
Sorry I'm so late. The flight was delayed.
RODGER:
At least you made it in one piece.
NICK:
Is it ready?
RODGER:
Not...exactly.
NICK:
But you're almost done, right?
RODGER:
I'm still kind of working on the tune.
NICK STARTS TO UNPACK ITEMS FROM HIS OVERNIGHT BAG ONTO THE EMPTY TABLE
NICK:
Well let's hear what you've got so far.
RODGER:
Okay.
RODGER SITS AT THE KEYBOARD, DOES A COUPLE OF FINGER STRETCHING EXERCISES, THEN STARTS OFF WITH A LOUD, MULTI-NOTE SOUND.
THERE IS AN EXPECTANT PAUSE FROM NICK.
RODGER:
Well?
NICK HURRIEDLY STARTS TO REPACK HIS BAG
NICK:
What about the budget?
RODGER:
Oh yes.
RODGER(SINGING):
'What the government gives you in one hand, it takes away with the other. They do it with a smile on their face, your friendly neighbourhood mugger'.
NICK:
Not THE Budget. OUR Budget, the one for coming up with the song.
RODGER:
Oh, I spent that on Bucks Fizz.
NICK:
You spent our entire budget on getting the assistance of a previous Eurovision winner?
RODGER:
Not THAT 'Bucks Fizz'. Champagne and orange juice. I had eighty quid. For that I could only get Cheryl and Bobby, so I figured a decent drink might be more inspiring.
NICK:
Pass me a glass, I need inspiration.
RODGER POURS AND PASSES NICK A GLASS OF BUCKS FIZZ
NICK STARTS TO DRINK IT.
HE SPITS IT OUT.
NICK:
Jesus. That's rancid. It has no taste and makes me want to throw up.
RODGER:
Why do you think they called it 'Bucks Fizz'?
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I missed the competition deadline, so left it half finished.
Might make a nice quilt..