(A young man name Mark is at a big large field near the community park wait for his girlfriend also thinking of a song to sing to his girlfriend Lola)
Mark: What is a good song to sing to my girlfriend that I want to take it to the next level in our relationship?
(A girl name Kim comes out of nowhere)
Kim: (sings) Let’s talk about sex, baby
Let’s talk about you and me
Let’s talk about all the good things
And the bad things may be
Mark: Go away! I don’t even know you. By the way, you suck balls at singing.
Kim: (Shocked) that was rude sir. I was being generous to help.
Mark: Sure you were. (Rolls his eyes)
(Kim walks away and another person name Gary come by)
Mark: Man, I only got like 10 minutes left before my girlfriend gets here and I still got nothing to sing to her.
Gary: What about this song? (start singing) Girl, change into that Victoria’s Secret that I like – Alright, Ok
Tonight you’re having your wa…(Was stop by Mark)
Mark: Dude, No. Plus you suck.
Gary: (Shrugs like he don’t care) Fine, All you have to say that you need no help.
Mark: Bye (Rolls his eyes again)
(Gary walks off)
Mark: Why can’t I figure out what song to sing to my own girlfriend?
(Lola heard what he just said while she’s walking up behind him)
Lola: Sing me what? (Starts singing on the floor)
Mark: (nervous) Uh, uh, uh!
Lola: Mark, What were you planning to sing me, which I did heard parts of what you just said when I was walking over here?
Mark: (Still nervous) Well ummm, I don’t have a song to sing for you just yet Lola baby.
Lola: Just sing something that comes out of your mind.
Mark: Alright. (Starts singing badly) Baby, I love the way that you touch me
Tonight we gonna set the stage yeah
I just can’t get enough, baby I’m burning up
But I…..(Lola stops him from sing)
Lola: Baby, Please Stop!
Mark: Why you want me to stop singing?
Lola: One you can’t sing at all period which I don’t know why you even try and secondly I’m dumping you because of that horrible singing of yours. So, if you sing much better than that which you just did, I probably would go back out with you; Also here’s a mint because your breath sticks like rotten eggs have been in there. (Walks off a little then stops)
Mark: (Shocked) Lola! One, my breath doesn’t stick like rotten eggs and secondly, how rude you said about my singing. My mother said I have a beautiful singing.
Lola: That’s what she said! (Walks away)
(Mark is pouting like a little kid)