Fade to screen
An empty desk in the middle of a room, a man walks in and
sits down at the desk. He looks in the distance, confused and puzzled.
-What am I supposed to write about?
He exclaims. Then something changes, he remembers something,
everything seems to be going by so fast.
-Let’s get to meet my audience, I will come up with the best
way to reach them!
Music starts playing in the background, the man sits taller,
confidence just exuberating.
-Now that I chose the genre, I know how to begin my
composition!
Minutes start to seem like seconds, time is no longer a
constant, the only constant is the man’s focus.
-I can’t believe I finally finished it! Now, to read it
again.
The man starts to pace back and forward, reading to himself
and doing wild hand gestures as if he was giving a speech. The man, nodding his
head, making corrections, eliminating out of place sentences and rewording; these
are the man’s purpose.
Finally, when the man is confident enough with his work,
enters the woman. The woman, standing at an incredible five feet and two inches
tall.
-Let me see what you did!
The woman forces the man to hand her the composition.
-I will read this and be the judge of it.
The woman approaches the man and surprising, the woman is
very pleased.
-I really enjoyed reading it! There are a few parts where
you could’ve worded it differently and it will be more coherent.
-Thank you.
Exclaims the man.
-I will take these suggestions and change my composition.
Thanks for the help woman, I shall forever treasure your input.
After the man finishes the composition, two revisions later.
He is satisfied, hot of the printer the man turns to the woman to thank her
again, when the woman vanishes. The man confused once again realized that all
along the woman was the reflection of his work. It was his way of learning.
Fade to black
**Playing Rolling Stones’ Give me shelter**
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