I can taste the riveting magic of happiness
Spiraling down to my last thought
I can feel myself growing into acceptance and uttering words of forgiveness
A thousand reflections of what I have to be thankful for
And the days are young
I have time to live
Lurking every corner for adventure
Not everyday is filled with happiness but the happy days I tackle
Nothing is permanent
Life is filled with new grasping opportunities
Friendships that will forever last in your memories
Live for the moment
Friday, March 20, 2015
Understand
The distant stutter of an unwanted picture slowly grows
And a revelation hits the tips of my most fragile hearing
I don't want to understand but I do
I want to pretend
But pretending will just drive one mad
I must face the truth
Only good can come from the reality
Even if it hurts now
Things will get better
And finally I understand
And a revelation hits the tips of my most fragile hearing
I don't want to understand but I do
I want to pretend
But pretending will just drive one mad
I must face the truth
Only good can come from the reality
Even if it hurts now
Things will get better
And finally I understand
Tuesday, March 17, 2015
A Log Line
(Medium shot) A log line: The scene begins with secret agent, Stacey. She is walking into the dimly lit theater, confidently and proudly with perfect posture, ready to expose her ex boyfriend, Richard, as the criminal he really is. (Selective focus) INT: Stacey spots messy blond haired Richard in the corner of the theater. He is sitting, comfortably alone. Ready to catch her prey, she slowly approaches him. (2-shot) INT: Stacey questioned the end of their relationship. The mood is originally peaceful and delicate. Shy, blue-eyed Stacey walks elegantly towards Richard. The silence is shattered as Stacey begins to speak: Stacey: Richard (Z-axis) Richard: mmmmm…. Insert: backs away. (Framing) INT: Forgetting her misson, Stacey changes what she is about to say. Stacey: Do you ever think about me when you are with her? Insert: casual voice. Richard: Sometimes. Not much. We talk about you. Insert: sharp tone. Stacey: You talk about me, when you are with her? (2-shot) Richard: Sometimes. It amuses her. Insert: laughter. Imagining a sinister smile, Stacey takes laughter as an offense. (sarcartically) Stacey: Amuses her? Richard: Mmmmmm... Insert: trembling mouth, full of empty sadness. Stacey: How do you talk about me? Richard: Delicately. Insert: Stacey slaps Richard, forcefully. INT: Forgetting about the mission, Stacey scurries away. Tears drizzle down her flawed red cheeks. His speech offended her. His words, “amused,” her and she forgot about her secret mission. She opened the heavy, brown door, roughly and slams it shut. Ending the scene with sly Richard who pretends to be confused as he is happily alone. Scene closes The Pitch This script is for a show called Richard’s Life. The target audience is preteen girls ages 16, to women, ages 25. The audience would enjoy soup opera’s and ABC family and movies like Mean Girls. There will be commercials on all channels such as ABC and Disney channel. There will be advertisements online on Facebook, twitter, Instagram and on peoples blogs. The budget for the equipment will be 2,000,000 dollars. The props that will be used are a DLSR camera, lighting, baggy white Hanes t-shirt, Nike shoes and flowered long dress and a microphone. Stacey: A secret agent trying to get information out of her ex boyfriend shy, blue ocean eyes, brown silky wavy hair, determine and proud in the beginning, confident sometimes and disappointed in the end and hurt, tall skeleton, 6’4. She wanted to be with him again and he said that she amused her. It offended Stacey. She loves her job and she is good at it too until she gets distracted by her ex-boyfriend. Richard: Ex-boyfriend, Messy blond haired, insensitive, fake confused, sly, evil, rude, misses cues. He has a new girlfriend and is rude to his ex about it. He is secretly aware his ex-girlfriend is a secret agent. He was very nice until he got layed off from his job. Now he bank robs. Movie theater; quiet empty spacious, dim lit, seats filled in rows. Mood: upsetting and hurt by Richard words.
Wind Of A Bitter Sound
Beyond the bitter wind
The tasteless utter of a sound
Miraculous but unheard of
Invasions beneath the picture, whole
A tear that vastly hits the ground
Never to be seen
Never to be heard
The tasteless utter of a sound
Miraculous but unheard of
Invasions beneath the picture, whole
A tear that vastly hits the ground
Never to be seen
Never to be heard
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)