Drew will be moving back to Wisconsin, and he’ll be there for at least two years. That sucks. But at the same time it’ll be good for Wisconsin. That Drew can do for Milwaukee what Michael Mann did for L.A. and Miami. Color me intrigued: I’d love to see a gritty, urban tone poem to America’s Dairyland.
After I waved goodbye and [secretly] blew kisses as he drove out of the parking lot (and towards a new horizon in Life’s chapter), I lingered with Sean. We loitered at the place where Wong Fu shot a segment of their music video. Totally rad. We discussed fragments of Rory’s First Kiss and the business of actor reels. Then I confessed to Sean how bored I had gotten with life. So he brought up the idea of shooting something other than our respective projects, something shorter with less meat on its bones, just to refresh ourselves.
When I handed Sean my copy of Scott Pilgrim, we bade farewell and I set off for the hour-long drive home. I stopped at a coffeeshop, scribbled a story idea, then took off, only to stop at Panera Bread for their tasty (and gloriously salty) French Onion Soup, where I scribbled more notes. By the time I was mopping the bowl with a crust of bread, I had arrived at the story’s conclusion.
It will be dialog driven. I want to use Sean and Lainey again because it’s easier that way. But as Sean pointed out, they might suck. Anyway, I think they’re decent actors when given light material. The skit will be a brief romance. I’ll have to sleep on it before I write it, and with any luck I won’t hate it when I wake up. For now, so you have something to click on, here’s an ambient instrumental that I wish to use for the prologue. Lainey’s character recites a poem amidst a montage of the city, all at night:
I don’t even know if I’ll use it because I don’t know if we’ll even shoot the darned thing (which, if we did, could be in two weeks or less). But here’s to hoping it’ll work out.