Legends is a comedy series about a group of arena employees who work in a restaurant, trying to get by until the next thing comes along. In this episode, the group sneak into a concert.

INT. LEGENDS RESTAURANT – NIGHT – ACT 2 

A quaint, dimly lit restaurant within a Bronx baseball stadium, that was just bustling with customers, is now 90% empty. A few guests linger to finish their meals and babysit alcohol. 

Three employees lean against the bar counter, exasperated. 

PALOMA, a 25 year-old flirty opportunist, eyes the security guards posted around the restaurant, then looks down at her phone. 

PALOMA
Alright, it’s seven. We’re on break. 

MARI, 27, cool and to-the-point, glances around the premise.

MARI 
How do you want this to work? 

Paloma taps her finger on the counter and looks behind at the remaining customers who engage at the bar. She scurries behind the counter. 

AMAYA, 22, sweet yet self-deprecating, shrugs with Mari in the corner.

Paloma crafts two cocktails, then slides them to a customer who sits left of the bar. The LEFT SIDE GUY giddily takes the free drinks. 

She strolls to the right side of the bar where another customer eats. 

PALOMA 
Sir, why aren’t you sitting with your friend over there? 

She points across the bar to LEFT SIDE GUY. The RIGHT SIDE GUY, intoxicated and tired, shakes his head.

RIGHT SIDE GUY
We’re not friends.. 

PALOMA
Oh, well I figured since he put his drinks on your tab, you guys knew each other. 

RIGHT SIDE GUY
Fuck no! Who does he think he is?! 

Right Side Guy pushes his stool in and storms to Left Side Guy. They argue. The loud BICKERING soon turns to fists thrown at one another. 

Two LEGENDS SECURITY GUARDS, buff and goofy, run to the bar to split the fight. 

Paloma tip toes away from the situation, Amaya and Mari follow. As the situation audibly escalades, they make a run for it. 

INT. STADIUM ENTRY STAIRWELL – NIGHT 
A door-slam ECHOES into an empty, concrete stairwell as Amaya, Mari, and Paloma rush in. Paloma drops her duffel bag full of clothes to the ground, and the three undress. 

MARI
How long will that hold the guards off?

PALOMA 
Long enough. I overheard the guy I lied to going on about his divorce to anyone who could listen. So he has time. And so do we. 

Paloma and Mari unbutton and unzip their work attire, and change into party/beach wear. 

Amaya adjusts a thin bikini top that exposes her full chest. She wears flared swim trunks as the bottoms. 

PALOMA 
(to Amaya)
Oh we’ve got the girls out! Bold. 

AMAYA 
Is this too much?

PALOMA 
Too little, actually. It looks like you’re going to the pool. 

Paloma pulls a cowboy hat from the bag and puts it on Amaya’s head. 

PALOMA 
(sighs)
You got your way. 

AMAYA 
I’ve heard people at these shows rock the cowboy hat. Why can’t I? 

MARI
Because how much of a hick do you want to be? And I swear to God if you pull out boots to match! 

Amaya gives a frustrated “c’mon” look to Mari. 

PALOMA 
No more dress-up, let’s go. 

Paloma grabs the bag now with their folded uniform, and they all head upstairs. 

EXT. STADIUM ENTRY STAIRWELL – NIGHT 
The stadium concourse floods with concert-goers who dance to the DEMBOW MUSIC that BLARES from the stage. 

A CLEANING LADY rolls a trash can, and Paloma throws the duffel bag. She slides a dollar bill to the woman. 

PALOMA 
Just leave it back at the restaurant. 

The Cleaning Lady tucks the cash in her bra and rolls away. 

Amaya, Mari, and Paloma stand at the doorway of the staircase and marvel at the overall setup and sight of people.

They bop their heads to the music. The three each poke up in attempts to get a better view of the stage. 

PALOMA
Can you see him at all?

MARI
I think he’s on the other side of the stage. 

The girls continue to look for DON X, a fictional, badass Puerto-Rican  superstar, who headlines the concert. 

CALEB QUILES, a 24-year-old semi-stud, walks by as he plays with a starfish shaped sensory bubble toy. He passes the girls, then doubles back. 

CALEB 
So you made it up here after all.  

PALOMA
When there’s a will, there’s a way.

MARI
(points to the toy)
Where’d you get that? 

CALEB 
My friend working the Merch Stand hooked me up. Look!

Caleb lifts the starfish and POPS the bubbles on it with a child-like smile. 

MARI
Make sure you get one for your nephew.

He pulls out a duplicate from his pocket.  

CALEB 
I’ve always got my boy covered. 

Caleb catches a glimpse of Amaya’s outfit and his eyes wishfully trail down her body. He then re-balances his gaze on all three ladies. 

CALEB 
Well, I didn’t see you guys. I’m headed to Legends for my break.

All three say their goodbyes as he exits down the stairs. 

AMAYA
You have a kid? 

MARI
Yeah. Why, shocked? 

Amaya gives a nod of approval at Mari’s toned body.

AMAYA
Impressed. 

The music STOPS and the crowd starts to YELL in excitement.

Process

I got the inspiration for Legends mainly while working my first server job, and seeing the craziness front and back of house workers experience day to day. From the customers to the actual infrastructure, I realized working in hospitality is a skill not meant for the weak. So, I wanted to write about a girl navigating hospitality at one of the busiest places you can — a sporting arena. My goal with Amaya, the main character, was to put her in the restaurant industry before the one she graduated from, that way she’d be prepared for anything.

One of my biggest tools for this process was journaling. There were so many memorable nights I had working at my job (good, bad, and ugly) that I knew were too good not to jot down for the script. Those entries were not only my cost-free therapy, but creative sources when producing characters, scenarios, and illustrating real-life situations. My mentor helped tremendously throughout this process, and taught me about the power of an outline when crafting such a large project. You need something to steer you on the right path as you’re writing. Something that I learned on this journey is that inspiration is closer than you think. I struggled to find a pilot concept for so long, and avoided using my own experiences as ideas, in attempts to be more creative. But I realized, the most original and authentic thing we can do is write from our experiences, because no one has gone through them the way we have.