The Test Script

This is the test script that I drafted to test out potential artists. I made it deliberately vague so that way the artist would have a lot of freedom. This would allow me an insight to their style and we could go from there.

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PAGE 1 FRAME 1

Exterior shot of a diner on a street corner to the left of a parking lot. Visible on the side of the restaurant is the name "King Solomon's reef"



PAGE 2 FRAME 1 top half of page.

A man sits at the counter of The Reef. He is wearing a dark blue suit, his hair short and light colored. The waitress is pouring coffee into his cup. She is wearing a t-shirt and dark pants. Her arms are full sleeve tattoos, her face is pierced. She is in her early 20s the man in his late 30s. The diner is a 1950s style greasy spoon. The place looks old and worn but clean.



PAGE 2 FRAME 2 BOTTOM LEFT HALF OF PAGE.

A newspaper is slipped against a plate. The paper is folded open to reveal the obituaries,, one name is circled.



PAGE 2 FRAME 3 BOTTOM RIGHT HALF OF PAGE

The circled obituary has a picture of a well dressed woman. Her face is stern but kind, her hair dark. She doesn't look old, just mature, hard to put an exact age to.

Rick Ashey: Adora Simry? Should I know who she is? And should I care? Aside from the whole "brotherhood of man" sense, that is.



PAGE 3 FRAME 1

Shot of man in dark gray suit. He is in his 50s, slender and clean shaven.

GRAY SUITED MAN: Oh, I think you will Rick...and her survivors will definitely interest you.



PAGE 3 FRAME 2

Overhead shot Rick holding the paper

RICK ASHEY: Oh, so James and Cyrus Kelley are her kids? I'm guessing she wasn't too thrilled with how they turned out.


PAGE 3 FRAME 3

Tight focus on the gray suited man, his smile humorless.

GRAY SUITED MAN: Got it in one, my friend. And unfortunately her death was not, despite what the obit says, "natural."

RICK ASHEY: Okay, I'll bite...so what got her?



PAGE 3 FRAME 4

Ricks's shocked expression as he drops his coffee.

GRAY SUITED MAN: The Dirty Poets wrote her a sonnet.

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Consider this an open audition. Think you can draw this? Try it out and send it to us, let's see what happens.