"Orange", "President" and "September", those were the keywords for the short scene competition.
You can read and vote for the text you like best here: The Rouge Wave, top right corner.
Mine is not among these. A spelling error disqualified me for a position as a finalist, I was told.
Although I perfectly understand that one spelling error in such a short text can be deadly, it annoys me just the same.
It annoys me that I didn’t see it (I proof-read three times). It annoys me that there was no time for somebody else to proof-read. And mostly – it annoys me that this will give me the freaks every time I will send something somewhere, because it is not likely that I will ever write something without spelling errors.
I don’t like being annoyed.
I’ve caused the error myself and there is no way to correct it. Leave it behind.
Here is my contribution:
EXT. FOREST - DAY
THREE OLD LADIES sit under large maple trees PLAYING cello.
It is autumn and the leaves are brightly colored from yellow to red. Dry, orange leaves cover the ground as a mat.
The three cellos are equally orange.
A BOY approaches.
BOY
What is it you do?
THE THREE OLD LADIES
A deed without a name.
BOY
What?
FIRST OLD LADY
Speak.
SECOND OLD LADY
Demand.
THIRD OLD LADY
We will answer.
BOY
You’re weird.
FIRST OLD LADY
So we are. So are you.
SECOND OLD LADY
Your name is September.
The third lady waves her bow and a crown of orange maple leaves lowers itself onto the boy’s head.
THIRD OLD LADY
You shall be King.
SECOND OLD LADY
It’s “President” in this country, you silly goat.
BOY
Am I going to be President?!
THE THREE OLD LADIES
Seek to know no more.
The three ladies and their cellos vanish into thin air.
The boy is left alone with his crown.
2 comments:
This is a comment on the script only.
Nice work. Love the magic.
Thank you very much.
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