We're casting an indie comedy pilot set in a roller rink where one very patient assistant manager survives the worst birthday party of his life. Auditions are October 10 and October 24.
Will is a mid-30s yes-man who just got called in on his Saturday off. Again. His boss is useless, his car is dying, and a seven-year-old named Braylen has a Nerf blaster and six months of birthday expectations.
Will can't say no to anyone. So every time the world pushes him, his imagination pushes back, and we cut to a slick, deadpan crime-movie version of the moment where Will is finally the one in control.
Then we snap back to the rink, and he says "no problem."
Super Skater: rental skates that smell weird, a soda machine that's freaking out, and nacho cheese with a foam dart in it. Fast, loud, ensemble comedy.
Black suits, a single overhead light, rival houses around a chandelier-lit table. Played completely straight. Several roles get to live in both worlds.
Ages are playing ranges, not requirements. All roles are open to any background. If a part fits you, list it on the form; you can pick more than one.
Assistant manager at Super Skater and the most dependable person in any room, which is exactly the problem. Dry, tired, quietly funny, and allergic to conflict. In his fantasies he's a composed, black-suited operator who never flinches. We need someone who can play understated reactions in the real world and total deadpan cool in the fantasy sequences.
"There are absolutely easier ways to make a living."
Carries a clipboard he has never looked at. Calls Will in on his day off, then tells him he's late. Confidently useless and totally unaware of it.
"Don't make excuses, Will. Makes you look weak."
Rink employee with a smile that has no off switch and a habit of appearing silently behind Will. Relentlessly cheerful, secretly the most competent person there, and quietly sweet on Will, who never notices.
"Cool. Then I can practice CPR."
College kid who treats "working" as a state of mind. Glued to his phone, jumpy, lovable, and out the door the second he can be. Great physical comedy role.
"Dude! Are you trying to kill me?!"
Married, kids, and very proud of his "boundaries," which mostly consist of saying "coming!" to his wife. Pushes Will to stand up for himself while being a little bit of a hypocrite about it.
"Name one." "…" "Exactly."
Wrangling a pack of kids into skates while running the family. Warm, sharp, and the one who actually says what everyone's thinking about Will. Has big arcs planned later in the season.
"You have fewer boundaries than a toddler with a Sharpie."
Circles the rink at a glacial pace with a plastic skate trainer, every single day, offering calm little observations. Nobody knows much about him. That's on purpose.
"Morning, Will. Beautiful day."
Walks in with the confidence of someone who has already asked for the manager. Wants everything perfect. In Will's fantasy she's the head of House Carrington, drawing a pistol across a crime-family table.
"House Carrington does not lightly suffer an insult."
A tiny menace in a plastic crown with a Nerf blaster and zero remorse. Fun, high-energy part for a kid who isn't afraid to be a little gremlin on camera.
"Who's Sarah?"
An older gentleman with a perfectly groomed gray beard who presides over the rival houses. Two guns are pointed across his table and he could not be less concerned. Short role, big presence.
"Very well. Let us discuss terms."
Opens the pilot losing a war against shoplifting children. Exhausted, sarcastic, and resigned to fate. Lots of great one-liners.
"Of course it did."
The skate-counter teen who's seen everything and the employee who knows exactly what "John called in" means. A few lines each.
The horde. Skate-counter kids demanding sizes, snack thieves, party guests. Several kids get a line or two. Being able to skate is a bonus, not a requirement.
Shouting parents, rink regulars, and sharply dressed members of the rival houses in the fantasy scenes. Great if you want to see how a set works.
Saturday, October 10
Saturday, October 24
Location: To be announced
Come to whichever date works for you. Everyone who signs up gets an email with their time slot.
You'll show us your prepared piece, then read one of the short scenes below with someone from our team reading the other parts. No need to memorize the scene. We care about timing, energy, and whether you make us laugh.
These short scenes from the pilot are called sides. Pick the one with the role you want and read through it a few times before you come in. You don't need to memorize it; you'll have the page in your hand.
Along with the side, please come ready to show us a short piece you've prepared: a monologue or a scene from a movie, show, or play you love. Keep it under two minutes. Comedy is great, but pick whatever shows off what you do best. If it's a two-person scene, bring a partner or we'll read the other part with you.
INT. SUPER SKATER ROLLER RINK - DAY
Absolute pandemonium. Kids and chaos everywhere.
SAM (O.S.)
Will!
Will closes his eyes. Of course. He turns. SAM, mid-30s, approaches carrying a clipboard he clearly hasn’t looked at.
SAM
You’re late.
Will stares at him.
WILL
You called me ten minutes ago.
SAM
Don’t make excuses, Will.
Will waits.
SAM
Makes you look weak.
Something behind Will’s eyes goes very still.
SMASH TO:
INT. SUPER SKATER - WILL’S FANTASY
The rink is dark. SAM sits tied to a chair beneath a single light. Will approaches in a BLACK SUIT, WHITE SHIRT, BLACK TIE, baseball bat in hand. He stops in front of Sam.
WILL
Who looks weak now?
SAM
Will—
Will slowly raises the bat onto his shoulder.
WILL
You called me…
Bat taps the floor.
WILL
On my day off.
Bat taps the floor again. Sam swallows.
SAM
I didn’t know there were rules.
WILL
Rules. You knew there were rules.
SAM
Will…
Bat taps.
WILL
Saturdays are protected.
SAM
By who?
WILL
Me.
SMASH BACK TO:
INT. SUPER SKATER ROLLER RINK - DAY
Will stands amid the chaos, mop in one hand, skate in the other. He nearly runs into his best friend, DARREN, holding a pair of rental skates.
WILL
What are you doing here?
DARREN
You stood me up. So I came here. It’s Saturday.
WILL
Yes.
DARREN
Your Saturday. Correction: our Saturday.
WILL
John called in.
DARREN
And your pathetic excuse for a boss called his default.
WILL
Pretty much.
DARREN
Will.
WILL
Don’t.
DARREN
We talked about this. You have to start standing up for yourself.
WILL
And it was a wonderful talk.
KIMBERLY (O.S.)
Darren!
KIMBERLY, Darren’s wife, struggles to get their CHILDREN into their skates.
KIMBERLY
I need you!
DARREN
(to Will)
Give me a minute.
Darren takes a breath and turns to Will, composed.
DARREN
See that?
WILL
Your family?
DARREN
Boundaries.
KIMBERLY
DARREN!
DARREN
Coming! You should try ’em sometime.
WILL
I have boundaries.
DARREN
Name one.
Will opens his mouth. Nothing.
DARREN
Exactly.
Darren walks away.
KIMBERLY
Will. Dinner tomorrow? I’m making a roast.
WILL
Sounds good, Kimsie.
KIMBERLY
He’s right, you know. You have fewer boundaries than a toddler with a Sharpie.
WILL
Cute.
Kimberly shows him her arm, covered in Sharpie marks.
KIMBERLY
Fewer boundaries than a toddler.
POP! A Nerf dart hits Will directly in the chest. He looks down at it.
INT. SUPER SKATER - EMPLOYEE LOUNGE - MOMENTS LATER
LITTLE DOUG, 22, lanky and all limbs, lounges in a booth, feet up, glued to his phone. Will enters. Sees him. Stops. Slowly approaches from behind.
WILL
DOUG.
Doug LEVITATES out of the booth and screams. His phone flies into the air. He fumbles it. Catches it. Barely.
DOUG
Dude! Are you trying to kill me?!
WILL
Apparently that’s the theme today. What are you doing?
DOUG
Working.
WILL
That’s what it looked like. We’ve been open for over an hour.
DOUG
Yeah.
WILL
Everyone’s getting murdered out there. Literally.
Through the window, a kid aims at an employee and fires a Nerf dart.
DOUG
A literal bloodbath.
WILL
Look, you’re a smart kid, Doug. Too smart to work here. So act like it. Could you please just go help at the skate counter?
DOUG
Sure.
Doug looks back at his phone. Will waits. Doug keeps scrolling. It’s quiet. He looks up and sees Will waiting.
DOUG
Now?
Will nods.
DOUG
Sure.
Doug walks past him.
DOUG
You need to learn to relax, man.
INT. SUPER SKATER ROLLER RINK - MAIN FLOOR - CONTINUOUS
Will passes SKATER STEVE, 70s, slowly circling the rink with a plastic skate trainer. He moves at a glacial pace.
SKATER STEVE
Morning, Will.
WILL
Hey, Steve.
Will keeps moving. Skater Steve continues his journey.
SKATER STEVE
Beautiful day.
WILL
Is it?
INT. PRIVATE CHAMBER - WILL’S FANTASY
Darkness. Old money. A circular table under a single chandelier. KAREN sits among sharply dressed MEN AND WOMEN. She represents HOUSE CARRINGTON. Across from her, WILL sits in a black suit and tie, representing HOUSE SKATER. Between them sits THE ARBITER, an older man with a perfectly groomed gray beard. This is serious business.
KAREN
An offense of this magnitude cannot be ignored.
She looks down the long table at Will.
KAREN
House Carrington does not lightly suffer an insult. Do you capitulate?
Will. Immaculate black suit. Completely composed.
WILL
House Skater has honored the arrangement.
Karen’s eyes narrow.
WILL
There was… a slight alteration.
His eyes drift toward the cake between them: HAPPY BIRTHDAY SARAH.
WILL
But in fairness, the terms were fluid and never fully defined.
Will folds his hands.
WILL
Do you capitulate your grievance?
Karen’s jaw tightens.
KAREN
Never.
Karen pulls a PISTOL and aims at Will. Will doesn’t flinch. He draws his own. The Arbiter calmly looks from Karen’s gun… to Will’s. Not remotely concerned.
THE ARBITER
Very well. Let us discuss terms.
INT. SUPER SKATER ROLLER RINK - CONTINUOUS
KAREN
I want a refund.
Will nods understandingly, holding his tongue.
WILL
No problem. Let’s go get settled up.
Will steps behind the register and summons a service smile from somewhere deep and nearly empty.
WILL
So the package is five hundred, less your hundred-dollar deposit, so that’s four hundred even—
KAREN
Mm. Before we get to that. A few small adjustments.
From her purse, she produces an actual folded, handwritten list. Will’s smile holds. His eyes quietly die.
KAREN
The cake, obviously, we are not paying for.
WILL
(nodding along)
Obviously. Minus… sixty.
KAREN
And the food took ages. Trying to keep the children in line while you took your sweet time back there? That is borderline hostage-taking.
INT. SUPER SKATER ROLLER RINK - MAIN FLOOR - NIGHT
The party is over. Foam darts and crushed party hats cover the rink. Will sighs and starts picking up foam darts.
DEBBIE (O.S.)
You missed some.
Will jumps. DEBBIE stands beside him with a broom.
WILL
One day you’re going to give me a heart attack.
DEBBIE
Cool. Then I can practice CPR.
She starts sweeping. Will looks around. The skate counter is spotless. The register is closed. Debbie already did his closing jobs.
WILL
Deb. You didn’t have to do all this. You could’ve left with Doug.
DEBBIE
(not looking up, sweeping)
Somebody’s gotta make sure you actually get to go home tonight.
Debbie glances at him. A moment. Will, of course, is looking at the floor.
WILL
…Thanks.
DEBBIE
(the thing tucked safely away again)
Anytime, boss.
She leans the broom against the wall and grabs her bag.
DEBBIE
Counter’s done, drawer’s counted, money’s in the safe, kitchen’s off and wiped down. Just get the lights when you’re done in here.
WILL
Night, Deb.
DEBBIE
(a small, private smile he never sees)
Night, Will.
INT. SUPER SKATER ROLLER RINK - SNACK COUNTER - DAY
Pizza disappears. Slushies overflow. A CHILD grabs a candy bar and runs. The CASHIER spots him.
CASHIER
Hey! You have to pay for that!
The kid disappears into the crowd. Another kid grabs a bag of chips.
CASHIER
Those too!
Gone. A GIRL grabs two sodas.
CASHIER
Seriously?!
Gone. The cashier looks toward the heavens. No help there. A Nerf dart lands in the nacho cheese. The cashier stares at it.
CASHIER
Of course it did.
A WOMAN EMPLOYEE hustles past carrying paper towels, disinfectant and a mop.
CASHIER
Hey! Where’s John?!
WOMAN EMPLOYEE
John?
CASHIER
He was supposed to be here twenty minutes ago!
She gives him an annoyed, knowing look.
WOMAN EMPLOYEE
He called in.
The cashier closes his eyes.
CASHIER
Great. That means—
WOMAN EMPLOYEE
Yep.
CASHIER
Again?
She nods.
WOMAN EMPLOYEE
Again.
Auditioning for Braylen or one of the party kids? No prep needed. We'll keep it simple and fun in the room. Going for background? Just show up and say hi.
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