(people chatting in distance) – Hi, yo, what up, fellas? (hands slapping)
(laughing) I’m loving how many
black people are in here. Aw man, you know a few years ago, this cast room was all white. – Oh, it feels so good to
finally audition for a show with all black writers. – Yes.
– Yes, no more Thug #1, Drug Dealer #2. We got characters with names, backstories, multiple dimensions. – Hey, you know what
that sounds like, right? – Progress! (all laughing) – Things have finally changed. – Nick? We’re ready for you. (Nick sighing) – [Nick] (shouting) Hey girl! Hey! What up, what up, what up? Tonight back the brink! (Nick shouting)
(objects thudding) – What’s this character’s backstory? – He’s a drug dealer who’s
pursuing a rap career, but he’s lazy about it. It’s super authentic, though.
– Okay. – [Nick] I went down to go rob
Roscoe’s chicken and waffles with my boy, Jamal.
(fist thudding) And we were like, let’s
break, rob this joint. You know what I’m saying? (Nick shouting)
(fist pounding) – Is it based off a true story? – No, but the creator grew
up in a suburb of the city the story’s based in. So… that counts. – [Nick] We about to spend
all these jeans, oh real, oh hit it, I’ll go to the grill, and our favorite fruit. Wait a minute! – You said this show
has all black writers. – I mean, probably like
one white writer, yeah. – [Nick] Hey yo, we need to ask this buck, can we get some cocoa
butter from this bitch? Can we get some cocoa butter and shit? – Maybe two, maybe two. – [Nick] Well, Master, highest promise to pick that cotton real good for you master… – There’s a flashback scene,
and then (laughing) you… Look man, slavery’s a
part of our past, okay? We can’t keep running from it. – [Nick] Don’t shoot!
(feet thudding) Don’t shoot, I’m an unarmed black man! No!
(gun firing several times) (ominous orchestral music) – Were those literal gunshots? – I don’t know. (door opening) – [Woman] Ooh, that was really good! (woman clapping)
– Oh my God, thank you, thank you so much.
– You’re so welcome! That was so great, great playing.
– Thank you, it’s just about the work,
(woman laughing) you know?
– Great choices! – Yeah.
– Yeah, yeah. (door shutting) – Phew! That felt great! Y’all need blood packets? All right, break legs. – Are you staying? – Hell nah, man. I don’t
care who wrote this shit. It’s stereotypical and
Hollywood always does this to black people, man. – Let’s go, dude. – Are you guys leaving? – Oh, yeah.
– We’ve got to, you know, the car.
– It’s just like, and there’s another thing. – Yeah, no, it’s okay. And I assume you won’t be able to make it to our audition next week? We’re doing “Soul Plane 2:
Too Fast Too Furtishness.” – Yeah, we’re gonna be there.
– Oh, we’ll definitely be there.
– Just sign us up. – We’ll be there.
– Yeah, yeah. All right, great, was that a pound? – Oh yeah, pound me.
– Okay. – All right, we’ll see you next time. – Progress. – [Man] “Too Fast Too Furtishness.” – [Man] Are you going to Roscoe’s? – [Man] Yeah, let’s get some waffles.