The Glasses by Petra Michelle
FADE IN: EXT. THEATER - NIGHT Hurrying, two MEN leap out of a taxi and rush into the theater. INT. THEATER - NIGHT Minutes into the play, the USHER escorts them in the darkness. Excusing themselves past already seated playgoers, they flop into their seats, second-row orchestra. MATT Oh no! STEVE What? MATT I sat on my glasses! STEVE Smart. You're lucky we're close to the stage. NEARBY PLAYGOERS Shhh! Embarrassed, Matt retrieves a sculpture of twisted frames. With help from the stage lights, he tries in vain to repair them. Shaking his head in frustration, he shoves the disrepair back into his pocket and observes a blur of an audience. Squinting, his glance falls upon a beautiful woman sitting in the balcony. A bolt of lightning heightens his affection for the lovely vision. Prudently, he waves to her; she returning his overtures with discreet smiles. MATT Isn't she beautiful? Steve follows Matt's gaze. STEVE She's a knockout! MATT I'm going to introduce mysel...
