Dear stranger,
I went home early yesterday for a personal reason and I was alone at home which basically meant that I had loads of time to spare just imagining a wonderful life or a fantastic scene that I would want to be in. On a golden afternoon yesterday (yes, the sun shone quite wonderfully), after watching two great films, I imagined what my life would be like if it was made into a movie or what a film would be like if i would direct. But it wasn't really a complete 2-hour kind of movie, not even close to being a short film. More like several drafts of really good scenes. Anyway, here's how the scenes go.
1. A girl playing the piano in a blue dress just above the knee, covering her face with her wavy dark brown hair, barefoot. She plays multiple keys only until she slowly sang with her tune in a Stina-like voice:
I sense there's something in the wind / That feels like tragedy's at hand / Although I'd like to stand by him / Can't shake this feeling that I have / Try as I may it doesn't last / And will we ever end up together? / No, I think not, it's never to become / For I am not the one
2. Two best friends, both girls, in cute floral dresses and flower crowns with matching brick red nail-color goes to an abandoned field. Eating berries, picturing clouds, sleeping, waiting for the moon to show up. Then when it finally did, the other girl took out her violin and played Beau Soir by Claude Debussy while the other (the one who played the piano before) listens intently penetrating the music through her whole body.
3. In a bar owned by one of her friends, the pianist, in a red dress, black stockings and oxfords, tap dances to a French song in front of her small group of friends.
4. A guy sings to the pianist: Don't say it if you don't know / You can't erase the words like it's some crossword game / A seven letter phrase that could make me lose you / But i'll choose you / If you want me to / If you want me too
5. The two best friends in their sundresses, the pianist wearing brown flat boots and the violinist was wearing moccasins, rode their bicycle to the field while a certain bicycle song plays. The violin was strapped in the pianist's shoulder.
That's all I got for now. But I promise you I have tons of them somewhere in my head and that if I ever imagined something like these again, I will write about it. Who knows maybe i'll get to put these "scenes" together and make a story! Twisted...
