Here's the updated pass on the dialogue for the script, more distintive personality stuff for Val. I'm casting the voice actors right now, and finishing up the animatic changes so I can send that to them for them to record off of as reference. I should have those animatic changes posted sometime tomorrow, for now here's the updated script! I may or may not cut some of it for time, but at this point I think I'm going to go ahead with it as is, since I can always cut back later on if I need to. I like how it's sounding right now though.

SCRIPT:

VAL: London..?

LONDON: Val?!

VAL: Can’t take your mind off me…?

LONDON: I never could-

VAL: Careful, you’re drowning

[London’s sinking down in water. He swims back up to the surface]

LONDON: (Gasping for air)

VAL: Oh come on… put on a better show.

LONDON: (Coughing and catching his breath)

VAL: You know I would’ve.

LONDON: It should’ve been…

VAL: It shoulda been you? Yes. You’re living MY dream and you’re wasting it. But- sex, drugs, and rock and roll, right?

LONDON: I-

[As he tries to speak the spotlight brightens on him and the mic gives feedback, he grunts and squints into the light. He’s standing in front of her grave now]

VAL: (Smoking a cigarette, she blows out smoke) And you stuck me with the most ugly headstone, I mean look at this thing. (She takes another drag off the cigarette). I’m six feet under a cheap halloween decoration.

LONDON: If I could go back to that night-

VAL: Yeah, yeah, cut the crap. (She blows out smoke again and hands him the cigarette) It doesn’t matter. It could have been either one of us, but it was me. They killed me, London.

LONDON: (Smokes the cigarette)

[Smoke fills the screen, we see from London’s POV now. He’s looking at Val and she’s handing him a piece of sheet music. This is a memory of her, so she’s more herself now.]

VAL: Here, for you to practice with - look I know you said singing isn’t your thing but I think you’re too hard on yourself-

[Another memory, he’s watching Val and another band member practice together, Val’s

Singing with them as they play guitar]

[Another memory, He’s with her at a bar, she’s in the same outfit she died in]

VAL: Cheers-!

LONDON: To…?

VAL: To… better days.