All Up to Faith was inspired by my wife. She has taken a large bite of the American dream that so many of us wish we had the nerve to try. She is a successful entrepreneur, and she did it all on her own. Spa on Main opened over eight years ago and has been financially successful every year. Some years were more rigorous than others, but she has been an inspiration for me and many others as a person with drive, tenacity, and full of warm and engaging energy. She’s always full of creative ideas on how to further her work, and I guess it’s so inspiring because it’s all based on such a simple premise, to help others relax and find a little peace in their day.
Now the script is only loosely based on real events, and if you are a patron of my wife’s establishment and think you see yourself somewhere in this story … well, you may be correct. So, without further ado…
Below is a teaser (opening moments of the show before the title credits, for the uninitiated). If you find it intriguing, I have placed a link here and below to the full script, or you’d prefer a PDF of the teaser in proper format, you can find that HERE. Enjoy!
EXT. DAY SPA – MORNING
The cloudy blue sky of a picture-perfect morning wraps around
a Norman Rockwell like downtown landscape. Flowers bloom,
birds CHIRP, and the sun shines.
One storefront stands out from the rest, covered in fresh
flowers and a classical hand-painted sign announcing “Faith’s
Day Spa,” above “OPENING DAY!”
A cheap compact car pulls into view and parks.
INT. FAITH’S CAR – CONTINUOUS
White knuckling the steering wheel is FAITH DAVIS, a mane of
curly hair, perfect makeup and a face full of fear.
Her eyes focus on a pitifully small diamond ring on her left
hand. She rips it off and chunks it in the back seat.
She takes a deep breath and exhales with a long calming sigh.
Lord, give me the strength to
provide a perfect calming
environment for my customers,
provide for my son, and prove to
him his momma is not a pushover.
Oh, and also finally to show that
peckerwood ex-husband of mine that
I can stand on my on two feet
without him. Amen.
She opens her eyes filled with joy and excitement until …
PLOP. A large creamy load of bird shit lands on her
She looks up to heaven.
Not the message I was hoping for
EXT. DAY SPA – CONTINUOUS
Faith wrestles with her key in the front door. She shakes and
shimmies, trying to get the key to turn until CLICK, it
JASMINE, a young and spritely cosmetologist wearing high
heels runs up behind Faith.
Boo! Morning boss lady!
Faith takes in Jasmine’s messy hair, unmade face, and heels,
then she walks inside, trying to hold onto her smile.
INT. DAY SPA/FRONT DESK – CONTINUOUS
Jasmine, you know you’re a “beauty”
Don’t pitch a hissy fit. Just gimme
five, and I’ll be as purty as a
Jasmine gives Faith a friendly pop on the behind and bounces
in her heels to the makeup counter.
The door JINGLES as it opens. Gracing them with her presence
is HOLLY, dreadlocks, flowing clothes, and yoga mat tucked
under her arm.
Namaste free spirits.
Hey there tinker-bell.
I told you not to call me that.
Good morning Holly.
A fidgety MAN wearing overalls yanks on the front door. It’s
stuck … again.
Girls, be nice. First customer!
Faith assists with the door.
Man am I glad you’re open. Can I
use your toilet?
Faith gathers her pride and points down the hall.
Third door on your left.
Overalls Man quickly potty walks in that direction.
Ugh, I hope he doesn’t want a
Or a pedicure. Can you imagine
You should treat our customers the
way you would want to be treated.
Yeah? Well, first, you have to have
Holly turns and walks to her treatment room with a look of
pleasure in stealing the last word.
Okay! How about a little spa music?
Jasmine flips on the spa sound system.
Loud, booming gangsta rap MUSIC fills the spa. Faith runs and
hits a button, switching it to soothing environmental sounds.