11.22.2011

Party Like It's...

1999

"Before the contrast and before the summoning, and before the answering of Source Energy, the Universe was less. So rather than thinking in terms of time, think in terms of expansion, and then you will understand time in the way we understand it. We never think about how long anything takes. We are just enjoying the expansion. And so, our now is always powerful in our anticipation of what is becoming."

11.06.2011

Clearing A Path

Memories are the pathway to present moments. They are those things which you wish to keep in the storehouse of your mind to be drawn up to empower the present moment. All things are coexistent and holographic in the eyes of eternity and infinity. Linear thought processes are simply a point of orientation in order that the human mind can comprehend existence. You cannot live in the past successfully or appropriately maneuver within the future. The present moment is the power. The emergence of memories are brought forth either to inspire or be discarded if they are of no benefit. Allow memories of past experiences to be pathways to present moments. Let them be beacons and guides towards your ultimate destination on the pathway of life. ~ Ships of Song

11.02.2011

One Night Rental

FADE IN:

INT. A VIDEO STORE - NIGHT

FRANK, a shy great looking guy hitting 30-ish, enters the deserted establishment. The BELL alerts the woman behind the counter. VIVIAN, 20-ish, beautiful and bored is dressed for a night out. She looks up at him from a magazine.

VIVIAN
We're closing in 10 minutes.

FRANK
Really?

The CLOCK above the door reads 11:20.

FRANK
The sign says midnight.

VIVIAN
(shrugging)
Slow night.

Avoiding eye contact, he quietly agrees.

VIVIAN
And I've got plans.

He concedes.

FRANK
(walking towards the door)
I'll come back.

VIVIAN
Waaaait.
(moving towards him)
"One night rentals gets a free drink and your choice of popcorn or candy."
How hard is picking out one movie?

He turns around and faces the AISLES. Movie cases bombard his vision. He hesitates.

VIVIAN
Just grab something. It's not like you're buying it.

FRANK
I'm not stuck with it?

VIVIAN
(laughing)
No. Just a 24 hour commitment. And if you hate it --

Looking at his shoes to avoid her gaze.

FRANK
Less?

She comes around the counter and motions him to follow her.

VIVIAN
What are you looking for?

Her LEGS gracefully make their way through the aisle.

FRANK
(uncertain)
Um, maybe Action?

She smiles over her shoulder. He looks away.

FRANK
(awkward)
No. Drama.

He follows closely behind her trying to keep his eyes on the titles.

VIVIAN
You should know what you like.

FRANK
I'm easily confused.

Vivian grabs a case off the shelf and abruptly turns around.

VIVIAN
How about Fantasy?

He nearly collides with her as she holds the title up to his face which reads:

MY SUPER EX GIRL FRIEND

FRANK
Uh -- no documentaries.

VIVIAN
(reading the case)
You're funny. And this does not belong here.
(talking to the movie case)
Bad Girl.

She takes the case and moves away from him. Her BACKSIDE sways gracefully.

FRANK
Yeah.
(beat)
Listen, thanks for the help but I should let you lock up.

She continues to look. She bends down giving a full sense of her curvature.

VIVIAN
(looking up)
You are not leaving without Milk Duds.

He steadies himself.

VIVIAN
Do you like Westerns?

He doesn't.

VIVIAN
Romance?

FRANK
Really, it's not a problem. It's late and I need to go see my --

VIVIAN
(pointing at a case)
Horror?

That strikes discord in Frank. He shakes it off.

VIVIAN
Yeah. Not my genre either.

FRANK
It's not that I'm that particular. I just uh --

She walks past him to another aisle. He watches her intently. She peers over the shelf. He avoids her gaze.

VIVIAN
You need to escape. You need mind blowing escape.

He openly concedes her statement.

She pulls out a couple cases from the shelf.

VIVIAN
(walking back to him)
A suggestion. After a hard day's work go ahead and let go of all the things
pulling you down. Just kick back with this:

Shoves DIE ANOTHER DAY in his face.

VIVIAN
or this!

Swaps it out for DIE HARD.

Vivian leans in him giving him her FULL attention.

VIVIAN
What do you think?

His eyes have become fixated on her chest. She moves her head down to meet his eyes and he follows her eyes until she is standing normally. She smiles curiously.

VIVIAN
I can tell you're out of the loop. Maybe...
(beat)
...this isn't the kind of video store you want.

FRANK
Loop? No. No! I just want a laugh.

VIVIAN
(epiphany)
A comedy! Of course!
(shoving the movies onto the shelf)
Forget these. Follow me.

FRANK
(giving up)
Really, you've been helpful.

VIVIAN
No I haven't.

He stumbles back towards the door.

VIVIAN
Wait.

She jets to the candy rack and thrust a box of MILK DUDS towards him.

VIVIAN
Here. On me.

FRANK
No thank you.

VIVIAN
(endeared)
Take them.

He hesitates.

VIVIAN
Take them!

He does.

VIVIAN
You know, you're a really nice guy.

He's fumbles with the candy.

VIVIAN
Really.
(beat)
A couple of friends and I are headed down
to the pub on the corner.

She walks to him again. He freezes. She moves in closely.

VIVIAN
They've got a great dark ale. Wanna come?

He backs away from her and smiles shyly.

Vivian watches him move away from her.

He leans his back against the door pushing it slightly open.

FRANK
(looking straight at her)
Yeah.

She's delighted.

FRANK
But...

He looks down at the box of candy "DUD" is all he sees.

VIVIAN
(deflated)
You're overdue.

He chuckles pathetically. What can he say?

The BELL sounds and he's gone.

FADE OUT.

Commentary: One night I went into the video store in a new town we had moved to and I was overwhelmed by the selection. The girl behind the counter was so sweet and helpful. As she was directing me, she was telling me of crushing on some guy that religiously came in on Friday nights to rent. I think she may have even scheduled herself specifically on Friday nights. Ha! She was darling. I don't know if anything ever came of them. Of course, part of me hopes so.

© 2007 AndiWritesAgain

11.01.2011

How To Play The Game

FADE IN:

INT. LOUNGE - NIGHT

ROGER and VICKIE, late 30's, are out having drinks.

VICKIE
Are you ready?

ROGER
Sure.

VICKIE
Truth or Dare?

ROGER
Truth.

VICKIE
(without hesitation)
No one I know really likes you.

ROGER
What?

VICKIE
(matter-of-fact)
I think it would be in your best interest to seek professional help.

ROGER
Wait.

VICKIE
My turn.

ROGER
Wait. That's not how you play.

VICKIE
Roger? I'm telling the truth.

ROGER
Yeah. Except, I'm supposed to tell you the truth. You ask, I confess.

VICKIE
Okay, I'll try again. Would you agree that you have no friends?

ROGER
No, Vickie, I would not agree with that!

VICKIE
This game makes no sense. You seem to be saying that my winning or
losing is contingent upon your "truthful" response? Where is the logic in
that?

ROGER
It's not really about winning or losing.

VICKIE
Or logic.

ROGER
It's just how you play the game! You ask, I confess.

VICKIE
Or I dare, you idiotically do?

ROGER
Well...uh...yeah.

VICKIE
Okay.

ROGER
(bummed)
Truth or Dare?

VICKIE
Dare.

ROGER
You know, I think you should say, truth.

VICKIE
No.

ROGER
I said it.

VICKIE
You didn't have to.

ROGER
Come on, say it.

She refuses.

ROGER
But I have a revelation for you.

VICKIE
You're so manipulative.

ROGER
I didn't realize it was my turn.

VICKIE
Funny! I said, dare.

ROGER
Fine. Fine. I dare you to say truth.

(BEAT)

VICKIE
Truth.

ROGER
No one I know really likes you and I think it would be in your best interest to
seek professional help.

VICKIE
That's cheating! I did what you dared. I said it. I fulfilled my obligation and
therefore consider your comment null and void, hence, untruthful.

She downs a shot of whiskey.

ROGER
They could help you with that too.

VICKIE
How dare you!

ROGER
What? Be so truthful?

VICKIE
Is it your turn? I think it's your turn again.

ROGER
I'm not playing anymore.

VICKIE
So I win by forfeit?
(delighted, she raises her glass)
Yea for me!

ROGER
You didn't win.

VICKIE
You quit.

ROGER
It's not about winning or losing...it's about how you play the game!

VICKIE
Well then Roger, darling, I dare you to play my way.

Roger downs his drink and digs in his heels.

VICKIE
Are you ready?

Hell yeah he is.

VICKIE
Truth or Dare?

FADE OUT.

Commentary: This short came about while feverishly attempting to avoid housework. Sad, I know. Success would have seen a longer version. The house won.

© 2006 AndiWritesAgain