INT. JACK’S APARTMENT - MORNINGA small one-bedroom in an unnamed city. A somber JAZZ tune isplaying, something a person could wake up too. Stacks andcrates filled with Jazz records dominate the room- making itnearly uninhabitable. Other than the records, the apartmentincludes- a mattress with sheets haphazardly thrown on it, asad kitchen table with a half-drank bottle of wine, a smallcloset with a lone tweed suite jacket, and of course a recordplayer- incidentally the best looking thing in the room.Jack, a 30-something bookish fellow, mopes around his smallplace. He dons the tweed jacket- a tight fit. He peeks aroundone of the crates and pulls out a colorful looking record. Hehalf nods at it and puts it in his messenger bag.EXT. SHANICE’S BLOCK - MORNINGThe JAZZ MUSIC picks up, taking on a happier tone. Jack walkshalf a block down the street and knocks on a door. The dooropens. RUSS- an 8-year old boy is smiling. Jack pulls therecord out of his bag. Russ is enraptured by it’s colors anddetailed graphics.Behind Russ approaches SHANICE- a lovely, petite dark-skinned woman also mid-30’s. She smiles deeply at Jack. Russdisappears into the house- transfixed by his new gift.SHANICEDid you just give him
JACK(shrugging)He can’t read, can he?She shakes her head, smiling. They embrace each other andshare a heartfelt kiss. They chat for a bit, then Jack headsdown the block out of frame.INT. NEWSPAPER HEADQUARTERS - DAYJack sits in a cubicle on the outskirts of the workforcebullpen. On the outer-wall of his cubicle we see “Jack Bare-“The Bare Essentials””, his weekly jazz column for the paper.He has pictures of great jazz musicians hanging up, as if hissmall cubicle was a teeny-bopper’s bedroom. He is wearinghuge headphones hooked up to a more contemporary recordplayer cramped next to his desk. He is typing away furiouslyon a computer screen.On break, Jack eats a sandwich at his desk. His coworkers arein cliques- sports guys, business guys, literary types.