I keep thinking of the piece Ilana put up last year. I really really really loved it. The flow, the multiple views of possible perception of... Everything.
I also tend to listen to music that I find lyrically brilliant, or that just have this poetic feel. With this piece, I've been listening to...
Justin Nozuka - Don't Listen To A Word You've Heard
Now, Now - Wolf
...and
The Knife - Pass This On
Which apparently Youtube doesn't find important enough to have in it's immense Library.
In other news, I love the way I've ended things so far. I think I'm done. I'm excited.
But now the hard part.
Do I do it with or without the script?
I probably shouldn't.
I'm 82% sure that I shouldn't.
BUT WHAT IF I MESSED UP MY OWN SCRIPT.
I would never let myself live it down.
This is where the inner conflict comes in.
I don't want to let myself down.
Jessica, shut up.
Okay.
Here's the script...
MADISON is sitting with her legs crossed and a tapping a pen to a thick packet of paper. It taps louder and more violently until she throws down the pen and looks up. Her angered reaction quickly switches to embarrassment and then comfort.
Madison
I... I'm so sorry. But ya know? People can be such shits.
She picks up the pen and runs her thumb along the impressed copyright.
MADISON
I mean, people have feelings, right? Not physical, I
know if I punched a guy's butt he'd be in thorough pain... Or
intrigued. Not the point. I'm talking emotions.
People feel things, they say they love something and they mean it?
Does that exist anymore?
People feel things, they say they love something and they mean it?
Does that exist anymore?
You know what? I miss that.
MADISON uncrosses her legs and leans forward.
MADISON
And you know something else? I'm starting to care less and less. Everyday, I see it and I do nothing and it's become normal.
A beat.
MADISON
It's not normal.
She sits straighter.
MADISON
But who am I to complain? Really? I'm only part of
the problem, and it can be a terrible way to think of yourself, but
here's the best part. It's true.
It's true and I'm not denying shit.
It's true and I'm not denying shit.
But I was here. And that's all I can do. So all I can say is...
Remember me.
Remember me when you think about the sun and why it goes away, remember me when you think about faith and how I always said, "God isn't a being, it's a feeling."
Remember me.
Remember me when you think about the sun and why it goes away, remember me when you think about faith and how I always said, "God isn't a being, it's a feeling."
She looks down. A Pause.
MADISON
Remember me when Mom says I never happened.
That I was a mistake.
Remember me when you're alone and no one can see what you're thinking, splayed across your pretty little goddamn face.
I'll be out of here. And I'm so sorry.
That I was a mistake.
Remember me when you're alone and no one can see what you're thinking, splayed across your pretty little goddamn face.
I'll be out of here. And I'm so sorry.
She looks up and as she speaks, she slowly stands.
MADISON
Love me. Love me more. Do it together. Say it out loud.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
4 comments:
A bit of advice-
I think you'll find it hard to mess up your own script. You know what's coming next, after all, you wrote it. And besides, who ever said you need to stick to the script exactly? You can say something else as long as you get whatever point you're trying to make across to the audience. Remember when you directed those scenes with matt and me? We ran through it once with the script, and then put it down and did it without it. And we kept doing that on and off thing until we knew the gist, and then we weren't terribly worried about the lines anymore because we knew what had to happen. In short, stop worrying please. You don't need to worry.
I am quite the worry wart.
I've noticed. Stop that!
"breaking barriers is all about not giving yourself a heart attack when you see what's behind the brick wall. "
Perfect quote!
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