Writer Profile: transience
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Page Count
101 pages
Location stuck in traffic
Favorite films/plays

FILMS:
Die Hard, Live Free Or Die Hard, Young Guns 1&2, Lord Of The Rings trilogy, Casino Royale, Envy, Just Married, The Italian Job, Spider-Man, X-Men trilogy, Transformers, Disturbia, Joe Dirt, What About Bob?, Back To The Future trilogy, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Office Space, Groundhog Day, The Jerk, and others I can't think of or won't mention.

TV SHOWS:
Chuck, Reaper, Psych, Burn Notice, My Name Is Earl, Scrubs, The Office, Danny Phantom, The Tick (with Patrick Warburton), The Simpsons, Friends, Saturday Night Live, How I Met Your Mother, The Big Bang Theory, reruns of Spin City, Dharma and Greg, Just Shoot Me, and others I can't think of or won't mention.

COMIC BOOKS:
Perfect Dark.
Other interests

Playing the guitar, learning the bass, trying to learn C++, writing scripts/novels/songs, graphic design, animation, acting, singing, running, and other random stuff (like shooting).
Script title Misery Business / Welcome to H*ll / Gen M.E.
Script type Screenplay
Script genre Action/Adventure
My script is Across the Universe (WTH) meets The Invisible (WTH)
Logline It's not personal - it's business / Noone's got the answers / [none]
Main character would be played by me
An Excerpt from Misery Business / Welcome to H*ll / Gen M.E.

WELCOME TO HELL:

FADE IN:
EXT. PARK – DUSK
TRACY NASH (18) and JASON WESTON (19) are standing around in the park.
They’re singing Sum 41’s “Welcome to Hell”.
JASON
(singing, kind of slowly)
Don’t come to me with your problems, I don’t need them. Your conscience is a weight that I won’t hold.
TRACY
(interrupts him, singing)
You’d rather be the only one who pretends. Is it because you’ve been bought and sold so young?
JASON
(singing)
Don’t ask me questions ‘cause I don’t got the answer. If only you knew what time will tell. It’s all a test on lessons that you can’t learn. You’ll know when you spend your time in hell.
CUT TO:
INT. LIVINGROOM – NIGHT
MARSHA TREST (34, looks worn and slightly abused) is standing in almost a fighting stance as she yells at her husband, GREG, who’s yelling at the same time as well. Their words are inaudible until…
The music picks up to an angrier version much like the original.
MARSHA
So as your blood’s running thin, your times running out. No one will be listening, not even when you shout. Your Angels turn to Devils (and) you’ll finally figure out that no one will be with you in the end.
Marsha picks up her bags and walks out the door. Greg follows her.
EXT. THE TRESTS’ DRIVEWAY – NIGHT
Greg pulls on Marsha’s arm and spins her around.
GREG
A hypocrite, you’re just a contradiction. Wrapped up in your lies, who knows what’s real?
CUT TO:
EXT. PARK - NIGHT
TRACY and JASON are in almost the same position as Marsha and Greg.
TRACY
(keeping the same time and not losing a beat)
Well this is it, your lonely life of fiction. Do you even know how to feel?
(hitting the crescendo)
So as your blood’s running thin, your times running out. No one will be listening, not even when you shout. Your Angels turn to Devils (and) you’ll finally figure out that no one will be with you in the end.
CUT TO:
EXT. DRIVEWAY
Marsha is standing next to the car, just behind the door. Her bag is on the passenger seat.
MARSHA
(slowing down a little)
So as your blood’s running thin, your times running out. No one will be listening not even when you shout.
(getting into the car and backing out)
Your Angels turn to Devils (and) you’ll finally figure out…
CUT TO:
EXT. PARK
Tracy is sitting alone on the bench.
TRACY
…That no one will be with you in the end. The end, the end, the end.
She stands up and starts walking down the path by herself until she goes off-screen.
FADE OUT:
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