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How to Do Hollywood – The Wrong Way -Part One

Some of you may not know this but yours truly actually dabbled a bit in the entertainment industry. This is part one in my Hollywood jour...

Saturday, March 25, 2017

How to Do Hollywood – The Wrong Way -Part One

Some of you may not know this but yours truly actually dabbled a bit in the entertainment industry. This is part one in my Hollywood journey. There are plenty of stories about this little episode in my life and hopefully, you will find them entertaining.

In 1994, I packed everything up (yet again) and moved to La La Land. The proverbial City of Angels, maker or breaker of cinematic dreams or bust, that was where I was headed.  I was fortunate enough to be accepted into the MFA Screenwriting program at Loyola Marymount University.

This fine institution is responsible for some well-known industry players such as Glen Morgan and James Wong of the X-Files, film director David Mirkin, screenwriter and director Brian Helgeland and the list goes on and on. Obviously excited, I was chockful of ideas and ready to attack my studies with zeal.

Opting not to live on campus where the “action” was, I settled in the Calabasas region near Malibu Canyon. This was an ideal location for me because I was one step away from being a beach bum and still am when given the opportunity.  Luckily for me, I had a couple of weeks free time so they were spent, hiking the hills around my house and boogie boarding at Point Dume in Malibu. Finally, I was back in the Golden State after a brief stint in the late 80s.

Sounds pretty idyllic, doesn’t it? I won’t lie it was and I enjoyed every minute of it. Finally, school started. I was enrolled in some pretty interesting courses where I would be immersed in the craft of screenwriting learning from people that were Writers Guild members. I could see opportunities on the horizon and things were optimistic.

Months went by and I made some friends. There were parties and a particularly memorable incident. This was a drunken night on Manhattan Beach involving 2 bottles of Moet and a fully clothed impromptu midnight swim in the Pacific. Needless to say, this ruined a perfectly good pair of pants and a shirt.

One of our favorite weekend excursions was to the world-famous Comedy Store. The 2-drink minimum sucked but for the opportunity to be where David Letterman, Garry Shandling, Richard Pryor and Steve Martin performed, $30 for 2 drinks isn’t too much to pay, right? Especially on a grad student budget, it’s chump change (insert eye roll). All of my friends were extremely ambitious and that was great. One of them wanted to be a horror film director and had a huge tattoo of Bruce Campbell on her thigh, the other one wanted to work on Star Trek Voyager or Babylon 5 and then my other buddy wanted to be an animator. The diversity worked well and was a place where creativity could run free.

During this time, I made 8mm films for class and let me tell you, you haven’t lived until you have decimated a bathroom with Hershey syrup to depict a bloodbath on black and white film. The cleanup was a bitch. Although the actors said it tasted delightful.  Then there was the agonizing editing process which was crazy. Splicing a tiny roll of film with an ancient editor from the 1800s and then messing up and then having to use scotch tape to fix your mistake, good times. Lots of swearing, drinking and almost trashing of the editing machine.

Integrating a soundtrack was daunting because you had to synchronize the music just right with the film. I won’t lie to you, all of this was amazingly frustrating. Of course, me being who I am and not being able to keep my mouth shut, I asked my professors, “Why are we going through this archaic process? There is modern equipment available and shouldn’t we be learning how to use that?” The response was always, “You need to know what the film feels like.”

Really? Trust me. I KNOW what the film feels like. I took photography as an undergrad. I have developed film. Do I really need to drive myself insane because I can’t seem to master the fine art of splicing? Does Spielberg do this? NO.

My first semester flew by and some interesting encounters took place. I met Jacqueline Zambrano, the executive producer of the CBS show, Under Suspicion (1994-1995) when she came to speak to my television production class. As it just so happens, she was an acquaintance of my professor. She was impressed with the questions I was asking her and inquired if I wanted to become a production assistant on the show.

Since this was around the holiday break, she told me to give a call to her office around the first of the year in 1995. Naturally, I was beyond excited. It sounded like a dream come true.  Of course, when I rang her up, I was told the show was cancelled! Looks like my Irish luck was not with me. Oh, well. On to the next one, as they say.

As anyone who knows me can attest, I am not the most patient person on the face of the earth. I was becoming increasingly bored with my curriculum and was looking for a way to up the ante. That is when I conceived a brilliant idea. At the time, I wanted to be a writer for David Letterman. I had been a fan of his stand up and watched his morning show. Another plus is that I actually saw his show live several times at NBC.

Since Dave was now at CBS and his Late Show was riding high in the ratings, I decided that I wanted to intern for his production company, Worldwide Pants. I had just completed a successful stint as an intern for Lifetime Television so I thought, why not? Pants was behind The Late Late Show with Tom Snyder. Mr. Snyder had always been one of my favorite hosts from his Tomorrow show days so I thought what could possibly go wrong?

One of the keys to being successful in any endeavor is perseverance. So, I proceeded to research and find out who was in charge of the internship program with Snyder’s show. Eventually, I wore that poor guy down and I got an interview. Thank God, I didn’t have to resort to pulling a Cusack in Say Anything. Although, that was on the list.  Needless to say, I was terrified. I put my game face on as I made the trek to Television City.
Unless there is a restraining order


I can’t tell you how cool it was to walk past the endless queue of Price is Right maniacs and straight in to the CBS building. Inwardly, I was spazzing out but I retrieved my security badge and sat in the lobby waiting for my “escort.” I looked around at the huge pictures of prominent celebrities and tried really hard not to puke.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I was greeted by the show’s admin, Kathy Chao. I still remember her name after all these years because she was a great gal and I admired her ability to not lose her shit when the exec producers became incredibly demanding. As we made our way to the production offices, we exchanged pleasantries and I tried hard not to sound like a raging idiot.

She deposited me in front of a conference room that looked suspiciously like something that you would have seen on LA Law.  A wonderful hostess, she asked me if I would like anything to drink. Now, while I could have used a shot of tequila or even an Evian, I declined because the last thing I needed to do was spill something on my suit. Try explaining why you have a huge wet spot on your pants to a potential employer. Good luck!


Yeah, ladies. I'm hot.

Momentarily thrown off my game, I made sure to put the “sparkle” on. Mindful not to look like a beauty show contestant wannabe and not smile ridiculously for no apparent reason, I proceeded to tell Billy why I would make a spectacular intern. You know, “I can make a Starbucks run in 10 minutes flat with the appropriate footwear,” “I can definitely grab dry cleaning and make it through LA traffic doing handbrake turns and drifting in no time flat” shtick. Of course, I was told that they were interviewing other candidates and that if interested I would receive a call in a few days.

Convinced that I probably sucked, I drove home and promptly got stuck in an infamous traffic jam. Yep. Since I was living in a remote area, my average 45-minute run took a whopping 4 hours! Ah, the perils of living the glamorous life.

By the time, I made it home, I was frazzled. Of course, my roommate at the time found out that this great band was playing at some club and she wanted to go. I wasn’t really in the mood but I figured it might be a good stress reliever. Just a quick note, the roomie was a hopeful starlet. So, while she was putting her face on (which took hours), I was busy getting my pre-club drink on. Since I wasn’t looking to go the casting couch route, I slipped into my fav pair of pleather pants, threw on a black tee shirt and a jacket and I was good to go.


At this time, I also was sporting short platinum blond hair (the result of an unfortunate haircutting accident) and wicked cool eye liner. As a disclaimer, no pictures exist of me from this time so this is NOT me but you get the picture.




By the time, she came out after having done the 45-minute lip treatment, I was buzzed. That’s when she suggested that we take these pills that a friend gave her in acting class. First of all, I wanted to know what they were because I wasn’t about to have a 60s Woodstock experience at a dance club. 

 “Oh, it’s totally safe. It’s just herbs. He got it at the headshop in Canoga Park. Supposedly it will give you the same effect as X.” The capsule looked innocuous and much like a vitamin supplement I took so I thought, “what the hell?” We both downed them with shots of tequila.

We weren’t done though. “Now, we have to take this.” She produced two blue pills. “What is this?” “It’s the booster. It will really cause the herbal X to kick in.” Shrugging, I poured two more shots, we downed the pills and off we went into the night.

Traffic was light because after all, it was 11 pm. We got to the club at 11:45. I took a look at the line. Feeling rather annoyed at the prospect of being in a rave cattle call, I wondered when in the hell, the pills would kick in. Unbeknownst to me, my friend had some kind of pass so we didn’t have to mingle.

Once inside, everything went to 11. Lots of flashing lights, loud music, pretty people, it was ridiculous. We grabbed a table and ordered some drinks for $50. I don’t think the price was that crazy but it seemed like it. You are paying for ATMOSPHERE.




While we were waiting for drinks, the pills started to kick in and all of a sudden EVERYTHING was loud. My heart starting racing and I felt the need to suddenly DO something. I had all this energy! My roomie was looking for her friends so I was very glad when my drink got to the table. I was thinking if I started drinking, alcohol is a depressant so it would calm me down. Nope! It just increased my urge to do mad cardio. All of a sudden, our party of 2 became a party of 10. These people I didn’t know came to the table with my roomie. She introduced me but I couldn’t tell you who any of these people were nor did I care.

I grabbed this hapless guy next to me who wasn’t half bad looking and dragged him to the dance floor. 


Let’s just say if Flashdance mated with Footloose throw in a little of Breakin’ and that is what proceeded to go down. My partner looked a little stunned and did his best to keep up. 
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This frenetic activity went on for what seemed like an eternity. Then in mid rave mode, I suddenly felt the need to crash. Making my way back to the table, I sat down thinking it might be a second wind type of deal. I watched as my roomie was holding court with a bunch of smitten Brad Pitt, Tom Cruise wannabes. In danger of falling asleep in this strange place, I grabbed my friend and hauled her out of there. Needless to say, she wasn’t pleased but she was more coherent than me.

One of her actor entourage offered to drive us home so we jumped in his car and made our way to Calabasas. The minute I sat in the car, it was lights out. We arrived back home. My friend’s buddy spent the night in the spare room because the plan was for him to drive us back to retrieve my car the next day.

Everything was normal. We went to bed. Well, I passed out again. Then all of a sudden, I abruptly sat up in my bed. The adrenalin was pumping. WTF, I thought? I looked at the clock and it was 4 in the frickin’ AM. Really? I tried to go back to sleep to no avail.

Now, normal people would have tried to tough it out but not me. I threw on my work out clothes and proceeded to go for a bike ride in the wee hours of the morning. As the sun was coming up, I realized maybe I needed to get some proper sleep.

Creeping back in to the still house, I went to my bedroom and crashed. About 4 hours later, I hear this ringing. It was pretty loud and my head felt like someone wailed on me with a baseball bat. I proceed to stumble out to the kitchen area which was like running a gauntlet. Of course, me being the stellar athlete that I am, before I could face plant into the breakfast bar, my cat like reflexes saved me.

Somehow, I managed to pick up the phone. Trying not to sound like Lurch from the Addams Family, I answered very quietly. It was Billy Zabka from Tom Snyder’s show congratulating me on becoming one of the first interns for the program. I politely thanked him and hung up the phone. I was going to start Monday on my first job in the business and it felt amazing. 


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Saturday, March 18, 2017

Hangin' on the Ledge with T. Wayne


I would like to welcome T. Wayne of ‘A Joyful Process’ to The Ledge. He is a music guru with an encyclopedic knowledge of genres and artists. When I asked him to take over my blog, he was more than willing. The topic is songs that you love to hate or at least dislike mildly.

Before I turn this over to T. Wayne, I just thought that I would put my two cents in. This song is forever emblazoned in my memory banks. I don’t know if it was because my roommate in college and her boyfriend played this incessantly or whether Bonnie Tyler’s I-stuck-my-hand-in-a-light-socket hair do was unforgettable. To this day, whenever I hear, ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ I scream on the inside.


Now that you all are better for having that information, take it away, T. Wayne!
Please check out his thoroughly enjoyable material at: https://joyfulprocess.blog/

First, I would like to thank Susan here at the Woman on The Ledge blog for giving me the opportunity to write here. I don't know if I have anything I can write that is quite as humorous as what she does on the regular, but here goes. I want to write about some songs from when I was younger that I truly did not like, but now I like maybe a little. Maybe.

Over at my blog, A Joyful Process, I write a lot about music. Music that inspires me, songs that I remember fondly, songs that make me dance or put me in a good mood. A lot of the music I write about is older, and goes back a generation or two. I've often told the story on the blog about how an Otis Redding song was the first song I remember hearing as a child (his iconic version of "I've Been Loving You Too Long (To Stop Now)), and that a Marvin Gaye song is the second one that I can remember ("Too Busy Thinking About My Baby").

However, there are some songs from those younger days that I don't remember quite as fondly. In fact, as a child I didn't like them much at all. One of the things I have mentioned before at my blog is that my mother was one of the reasons I got into music. She had a lot of old 45's that she kept and from time to time we would hear them playing around the house. A lot of them were soul classics of the early 1970's, but a few were songs that I feel got snuck in somehow and didn't really belong. One of those was "In the Summertime" by British Band Mungo Jerry.


Now, the statistics will tell you that this song was a top 3 hit back in 1970, but from what I can recall, it was a negative 100 in my book. Though I can remember as plain as day my grandmother getting up to dance to it, I seem to remember frowning at her like, "what in the world are you doing? Sit down! Don't dance to this!" But she kept right on going. Aging is a wonderful thing, because if I hear it now, I can at least tolerate it. But I still remember that kid with the frown on his face whenever it played back then.

Another song that I didn't like but it seemed some in my family did was "Sunshine" (Go Away Today) by Jonathan Edwards.


This was a #4 hit early in 1972, but again, I just couldn't understand what was so popular about it. I'd see my mother put this on the record player, and I'd get that same frown I had when my grandmother would dance to that Mungo Jerry foolishness. I'd be like, "why do you keep playing this? It's awful!" But they kept right on playing it. At least it was short; just over two minutes and change, so my still developing childhood appreciation skills weren't damaged too badly. Again, aging is a wonderful thing; I just played it and it didn't make me squirm...at least not too much.

One last song that I couldn't understand when I was younger why it was popular was Brook Benton's "Rainy Night in Georgia."


First off, it was sloooowwww. At that age, if it didn't have an uptempo beat, I wasn't having it. This was one of my dear grandmother's favorite songs, and I think she tortured me on purpose by playing it often. I know now that Brook Benton was one of early R&B's great singers, but then, I could have cared less. I got tired of him moaning and groaning about this rainy night in Georgia. Was Georgia the only place it rained? I didn't think so. This #4 hit from 1970 also was a #1 R&B hit that same year. So, it was undeniably popular, but not with me. One more time, aging is a wonderful thing; I've since heard Ray Charles do a version of this which made me appreciate the original a bit more. My face doesn't frown up now when I hear it. Or I don't frown quite as much.

So, those are the songs that I didn't like from my earliest memories of music. Do you have songs that you heard from the past that you truly do not like even as you've grown and your sense of music appreciation has purportedly broadened as well? Leave those horrible songs and memories in the comments. Thanks again Susan for this opportunity; I hope I don't scare off the regulars that come by.



Saturday, March 11, 2017

Brimorie - A New Age

Welcome to the second part of my series, Brimorie - A New Age.  Think of this as an experiment, if you will. 

Each month, will bring a new installment. This will be a different experience for most of my constant readers. In a sense, what you will be viewing is my script for a potential horror movie.

The characters of Brimorie (you will get introduced to him later, if you survive), Professor Ben Collins and James Rogers were created by Theresa Jacobs for her book, “Sudden Death.” 

If you are a fan of the supernatural and things that go bump in the night, I highly recommend that you pick it up. You won’t be able to put it down.  

Check it out at the following link:

 Now, join me if you dare, as we step into a place where technology meets terror.  Sometimes it is better to unplug. Enjoy…….

INT. KITCHEN-HOUSE-EARLY EVENING

Ben sits at the kitchen table eating dinner when he hears someone POUNDING on his front door. Pulling his chair back, he gets up slowly and heads toward the sound.
From his POV, we can see a shadowy figure silhouetted in the opaque glass of the door. Before the figure can knock again, Ben opens the door to reveal James.

JAMES

Professor Collins?
BEN

Yes?
JAMES

My name is James Rogers.

He offers Ben his hand. Reluctantly, because it is the polite thing to do, Ben shakes it.
BEN

What can I do for you?
JAMES

You're the Brimorie expert?

At the sound of the name, Ben's demeanor changes. He has gone from polite to on guard in an instant.
BEN

I have studied that phenomenon before, why?
JAMES

I need your help. Professor Victoria Cavelli called you asking for advice on how to banish this whatever the hell it is....
BEN

It's a demon.
JAMES

Well, whatever this fucker is, it killed your friend, Professor Cavelli and my friends so I'm here because I need to know how to send this thing back to hell where it came from.

Ben sighs and closes his eyes.
BEN

There is nothing I can do for you.

He attempts to close the door. James blocks it with his arm.
JAMES

Look, Professor. This thing is still out there. God only knows where it is but it can kill at any time. Do you want that on your conscience?

Ben steels himself and looks at James. His body is rigid, there is fire in his dark gaze.

BEN

Don't talk to me about conscience. Now, at the risk of being rude, why don't you just go back from where you came.

He attempts to shut the door on James who blocks it again.

JAMES

I can't do that. Don't you get it? I LOST MY FUCKING BEST FRIENDS. People are dead because of this shit and you can just walk away from it?

BEN

What the hell do you want from me? You think we can just go around saving the world, kid? Well, it doesn't work like that. Sometimes you have to just pull up stakes, cut your losses and move on.
JAMES

Well, I can't do that. I can't just bury my head in the sand. What if this thing decides it wants to keep killing?

BEN

That isn't my problem.
JAMES

I know about Charlotte.

Ben stops cold. He locks eyes with James.
JAMES (CONT'D)

I know they never found her and the case is cold. She downloaded that game, didn't she?

When Ben looks at James again, the pain is evident in his eyes. The steely eyed gaze has been replaced with a deep, penetrating sadness.

JAMES (CONT'D)

Help me, Professor. Maybe we can get this bastard that killed your daughter.

Weary and beaten, Ben steps aside and lets James in the house. He shuts the door.

INT. TOWN CRIER TAVERN - NIGHT

It is 9:00 p.m. A live band is playing a cover of 'I PUT A SPELL ON YOU'. Everywhere you look it is a sea of college kids in various states of intoxication. In a corner booth, Devin, Matt, Petra and Sophie are huddled together. A half full pitcher of beer sits on the table in front of them. They are drinking while looking at Matt's laptop.

Over Matt's shoulder, the screen has the following disclaimer on it: Play Sudden Death if you dare! Must be 18 to play. Real time. Real life. Once you enter, you cannot leave! Matt takes a sip of his beer.

MATT

This just makes me want to play this game even more.
DEVIN

I want to get a look at the code before we do anything. Is there a way?
MATT

Yes. I can actually look at the source code if it's provided. Let me try running this program. Step back! Genius at work, people!

Matt starts typing in assorted commands. Immediately, a separate window of code appears next to Sudden Death's front screen.


MATT (CONT'D)


We're in!

Matt slowly strolls through the code looking for any anomalies.
PETRA

This looks tedious. Do you even know what you're looking for?

Matt rolls his eyes.
MATT

Of course, I do! So far, it looks kosher. It is your standard game code.
SOPHIE

Look what I found!

Sophie turns her Tablet around for everyone to see. It is a website that features a vlog from James.

SOPHIE (CONT'D)

This guy was there on campus. He talks about what happened.

She hits play on the video. James begins speaking.

JAMES

I am doing this so I have a record of what just went down.  It's crazy but most of my friends are dead. If I can help anyone out there, don't play Sudden Death. You will be so sorry if you do. There is one person who can help me and I'm going to find him. Ben Collins. Just stay away from the game.

James shuts down his webcam and the screen goes dark. The group looks at one another.

DEVIN

Ben Collins? The professor that went crazy after his daughter died?

PETRA

I thought that was an urban legend. His daughter was apparently abducted and no one ever saw her again. It happened here on campus.

Sophie shivers. Matt notices and puts his arm around her.

MATT

My brother had him back in the day. He taught English and folklore and mythology. My brother said he was awesome. They talked about demons and all kinds of shit.

DEVIN

Do you suppose he is still around?

SOPHIE

He lives off campus. A couple blocks from here. Do you suppose he knows something about the game?

DEVIN

He might.

MATT

There is nothing in this code, man. It looks clean. So, it makes me wonder how did this entity get through? I say we play it. If we get into trouble, at least we know who we can call.

SOPHIE

I'm still not onboard with this, guys. That guy on the internet said NOT to download the game. I don't want to end up dead like those stupid kids in those bad 80s horror movies. This is how it starts, you know.

DEVIN

Matt says there is nothing wrong with the code. It could just be one of those scare tactics. Remember what they did with the original Blair Witch?

PETRA

It could be just like that. Look, Soph. We can do this.

SOPHIE

We can do this, Petra. Right. I just don't see why we would want to. Devin?

Devin is deep in thought weighing the pros and cons.
DEVIN

I think we can do it under controlled circumstances. Matt, how comfortable are you with shutting down the program?

MATT

It can be done. I have done it before. What will happen is I will monitor the code while the game is being played.

DEVIN

I'll play it. Can you get time in one of the computer labs?

MATT

Yes.

SOPHIE

Well, you can count me out. I won't be there.

Sophie stands up and exits the booth. Petra makes a move to go after her. Devin stops her with his hand.

DEVIN

I'll get her, Petra.

Devin follows after Sophie's departing form weaving through the crowd.

EXT. OUTSIDE THE TOWN CRIER TAVERN - NIGHT

Sophie is finally outside. She takes a deep breath of the cool, crisp air and starts walking briskly down the sidewalk. Devin jogs after her. He catches up to her.

DEVIN

Soph? Would you stop for a minute?

She continues walking. Exasperated, Devin grabs her arm.

SOPHIE

What's the point, Devin? You guys are going to do what you want to do! Can't you see how dangerous this idea is? How many people died at the college in BC?

DEVIN

Do you think I would suggest it if I didn't think we could pull this off? This is probably just urban legend and I want to debunk it.

SOPHIE

Then how do you explain the news coverage?

Devin shrugs.

DEVIN

People disappear.

SOPHIE

Several people at a time? What about Dr. Collins' daughter? How can you explain the car fire?

DEVIN

They didn't find a body. Someone probably did that after they abducted her to get rid of evidence.

Disgusted, Sophie starts walking again.

SOPHIE

What if this demon is real? Then what?

Devin stops her. He twirls her around to face him.

DEVIN

There are no demons, Sophie. They are a construct. Something conjured up by religion to keep us in check. They're like the boogie men.

The two look into one another's eyes. Sophie is the first to look away. Devin gently takes her chin in his hand and forces her to look at him.

DEVIN (CONT'D)

Do you think I would ever let anything hurt you?

Sophie opens her mouth to say something but her words are immediately cut off by Devin's kiss. Startled at first, she attempts to stop him but soon gives in. Devin pulls away. They stand looking at one another.

SOPHIE

If something happens to you....

DEVIN

I am playing a game. That's it. Something I've done many times before.

SOPHIE

It still doesn't feel right.

DEVIN

Matt know what he's doing. He'll be behind the scenes. It's just a game. Trust me.

Sophie nods her head slowly.

SOPHIE

Promise me, you will stop if something happens.

DEVIN

Cross my heart.  Let me take you home.

Devin slips his arm around Sophie's shoulders. They start walking away.

INT. OFFICE - NIGHT

Ben is sitting behind his desk while James is sitting in front of him in an overstuffed leather chair. James is intently looking at a book while Ben is staring at his laptop.

JAMES

Sorry, Dr. Collins. This is some fucked up shit.

BEN

Yes, it is.

JAMES

So, this demon is a shapeshifter?

BEN

Yes. That is how it is able to insert itself into the app.  There have been many shapeshifters throughout the ages but Brimorie is the most powerful. He was Satan's right hand, so to speak. It is said that Satan was so pleased with his loyalty and service that he bestowed upon him the ability to become whatever he wanted at any given time.

JAMES

How did you find out about all of this?

BEN

I was in Turkey doing some research about Göbekli Tepe. I discovered some ancient text in the Book of Enoch that talks about Brimorie.

JAMES

How did it get here?

BEN

My guess? Someone conjured it up. Several years back the town had a problem with a weird cult that made its home in the woods for a while.

JAMES

Do you know if your daughter downloaded the app?

BEN

I don't know. They couldn't find her phone. With the fire....

JAMES

I'm sorry.


Ben shrugs his shoulders.
JAMES (CONT'D)

How do we kill it?

Ben sits back in his chair, running his hand through his hair, he stares down at his desk.

BEN

I don't know if we can.

EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS - DAY

Devin, Sophie, Matt and Petra are congregating outside the library.

MATT

It's on like Donkey Kong. I talked to some of my friends in the lab. We can have it at 10:00 tonight.

DEVIN

How did you manage that?

MATT

Told them I was working on some top-secret thing for Dean Rusk. No questions. I'm probably going to go a little early to get set up. Want to do this real official.  Question of the day is, are you ready, bud?

DEVIN

Yes.

MATT

Alright! Hey, I've got to run. See you guys on the flip side.

The remaining trio watch as Matt takes off.

PETRA

I hate to admit it but I am pretty psyched.  See you guys at 10. Gotta get going or Professor Davies will have my ass.

DEVIN

It's going to be alright, Soph.

Sophie nods but she is far from convinced.

DEVIN (CONT'D)

Look, I've got Applied Physics. I'll see you later.

Devin gives Sophie a quick kiss on the lips. She watches him make his way across the campus.
















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