random thing that I may have stolen from somewhere

[randomling]

This came to me in the form of a TV script. I don't know how to write TV scripts and I don't actually care - I'm not planning to do anything with this. Just wanted to get it out of my head. It's junky and needs some work and I don't know if I've actually stolen it wholesale from a Sorkin show (it has that flavour) but it needed to be posted.

INT. A busy TV set.
SHERRI, a young woman of Indian descent, hovers on set as people work around her, cleverly but nervously dodging out of the way of everyone. ROB, a white man, appears with MARK, a Hispanic man, leading him confidently across the set.

SHERRI: Hey, you guys. (She is ignored.) Hey, you -

ROB, a white man, and MARK, a Hispanic man, enter the set. They walk confidently across, deep in conversation.

ROB: I don't think that's right. I mean, I could be wrong, but I don't think that's right. Amelia's just too -

MARK: (laughing) Yeah, man, I know what you're saying.

SHERRI: H-hey -

ROB: (turning) Hey, Sherri, I didn't see you there. Give us a minute, would you?

SHERRI: Sure.

She continues to hover.

ROB: I think we need to find another way around it. Let me show you back to the office, it's just through here...

ROB and MARK exit the set. AMBER LYNN, a white woman, buzzes on, busy as a bee.

SHERRI: Hey, Amber Lynn!

AMBER LYNN: Hey, sweetie, sorry back in a sec.

She grabs something and rushes off-set.

SHERRI (to herself): Yeah.

The activity begins to die down. SHERRI tries to to catch the attention of a passing stage hand.

SHERRI: Hey, Tom -

TOM: Not now, honey.

SHERRI sighs and, defeated, sits on a table. A few moments pass; the set clears; SHERRI is dejected. Suddenly AMBER LYNN reappears and is surprised to see SHERRI sitting there.

AMBER LYNN: You're still here?

SHERRI: Sure am.

AMBER LYNN: Did you need something?

SHERRI: I was trying to say "Hey, you guys".

AMBER LYNN: Oh! You totally forgot.

SHERRI smiles sadly.