Post by andysavana on Jun 25, 2010 11:31:34 GMT -5
The scene fades in to a can of “Red Bull” sitting on the ledge of an apartment building. The weather is mostly overcast and the wind is nonexistent. About fifteen feet back from the ledge stands Savana with a toy air-soft gun. He loads little plastic beads into the gun and raises his eye-brow as some of the little balls fall off the side to the ground. From behind him The Man climbs up from the escape ladder watches as Savana readies the toy gun.
The Man: You know that you really are too complicated and simple for me to predict. I can only manipulate you to hope I know what you’re going to do but when it comes down to it…I give you all the ingredients for a good salad; lettuce, tomatoes, crumpets…and you turn around and give me a fruit salad.
Savana smirks as The Man jumps down from over the ledge and struts towards him with his hands in his pockets.
The Man: Not only that but no matter how I rig up your room now, you manage to escape one way or another. When you’re sober you are unstoppable…in more than one way it would seem. You have a match-
Savana: I’m not showing up…I didn’t want to beat John Russo for the Cross-Hemisphere championship I wanted to beat Kiseragi. He’s the one I need to go back and make up for a loss…not Russo.
The Man: And once again you also remind me at how you are simple, Savana. Whether you win the gold from Russo or find it in the trash…it weighs the same amount.
Savana: Taking things literally can really skew your view. I don’t care how much it weighs or how shiny it is in the dark…the prestige from winning it from Kiseragi would shoot UGWC to the top of search engines. The simple fact that I came back to reclaim the GIW Original Glory would attract a revenue that nobody else could have ever witnessed or harnest…winning it from Russo could produce prestige small enough to fit into the small pocket inside of your pockets.
The Man: Things like this seem to come up when you become to engulfed with one thing, Savana. Then something doesn’t go your way and now your once again lying on the road…
Savana: I didn’t say I wasn’t going to try-
The Man: Then why are you shooting rubber pellets at a can of Red Bull?
Savana: At first it was just for fun but I kept missing…
The Man: So you kept trying…and missing…but you kept trying…
Savana looks over to The Man one more time before aiming the toy gun at the can and firing. The rubber pellet hits the can but doesn’t knock the can over.
Savana: I guess me aiming for unlimited prestige isn’t the only thing that can waste time…
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The scene abruptly cuts to the middle of a club where young women and guys are dancing erratically to the techno in the background. Purple streams of light are interchanging with blue and as the red and white cycle violently. Sweat covers the ground at the condensed groups of dancing.
DJ: Alright, alright my homies! My thugs! My lovers! Not my fighters! But goddamn do you know what time it is?
Crowd: Central!
DJ: Damn straight it’s Central Time here in HOUSTON, TEXASSSS! Now before I toss on the best beat I’ve heard in a dogs year let me introduce you to the special guest of the night. All the way from Tidwell!!!!! You know the street, playas. Andy Savana!
Savana comes from a curtain onto the stage where the DJ is behind a booth. The crowd starts to cheer loudly as Savana actually smiles at the recognition.
DJ: Andy goddamn Savana! Man, is it great to see you back! Last time you were here two people ended up dead, man! Not saying it was you of course. So I know you’re busy and stuff so how about some words for your hometown crowd.
Savana: Hello…
The crowd cheers as Savana once again smirks at the recognition.
DJ: So I was watching me some UGWC a couple of weeks ago and those people who talk their asses off during the shows kept mentioning you going up against some Chinaman for a championship.
Savana: Actually he was beat for the gold and now it isn’t him.
DJ: Same motherfucking difference!
Everyone laughs in unison except for Savana who seems uncomfortable at the conversation naturally working its way back to the problem in the back of his head.
DJ: The point is, Savana that your about to go and whoop some niggas ass and bring some gold to-
Crowd: HOUSTON!!!!
Savana: Yeah…
Savana starts to think about it.
Savana: Yeah, your right. It doesn’t matter if I beat Kiseragi for the title…Russo…or even your mamma.
DJ: Damn right! Even my momma! Fuck her for living in Detroit! Fuck who?
Crowd: Yo MOMMA!
DJ: Fuck who?!
Crowd: Yo MOMMA!
DJ: Ay, Savana! Fuck who?!
Savana: Any asshole who thinks he’s going to keep me from winning that bling and bringing it back to HOUSTON, TEXAS!
The crowd cheers as the DJ shakes Savana’s hand and gets back behind the booth. The next song starts up.
Now it’s time to dance
The discoteque is far, but i can hear the rhythm
So now i stop my car
I’m going to the bar
And finally start
Dancing all around
Please, take my hands
And bring me to the moon
we're flying together
you make me feel so fine
and now i’m gonna tell you
you are the only one
i want you tonight
Savana stands next to the booth in silence listening to the song. Remembering a time a long time ago but he can't quite remember what it is that happened the last time he heard this song…
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A table flies across as room as The Man paces back and forth. He simply steps over the broken wood and continues to exhale and inhale quicker and quicker.
The Man: That sonofabitch is not going to come back and ruin all I have done with Savana.
A phone rings on the ground causing The Man to stop pacing and pick the phone to answer.
The Man: Savana, where the fuck are you!? I don’t give a fuck how I sound! Where are you?! What are you doing in Houston!? Get back to LA, now! I don’t give a fuck how or why! If you’re late to Synergy I’m going to cut your balls off myself and your phones being turned off after this phone call. Bye!
The Man throws the phone against the wall causing it to shatter. A knock is heard on the door.
The Man: Son of a bitch.
The Man goes to answer the door but sees nothing but a box on the ground. He leans in to grab it but there is something odd about it. Ticking…
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Savana is sitting in the back of a speeding car.
Savana: Hey, I’m paying you way more than a speeding ticket cost. If you could just hurry the fuck up and get me home I’d pay you even more.
Cab Driver: Settle down, it’s almost unnatural of you to have found a cab driver who would go one-twenty in a forty.
Savana: It’s an unnatural amount I’m paying you.
Cab Driver: What if I wanted more? Could you give it to me?
Savana: Yeah I guess.
Cab Driver: I don’t think you could…you don’t win enough on a weekly basis to do that. What if I demanded gold? Could you give me that as well?
Savana is now shocked at what was just said. Suddenly the car screeches to a halt as Savana goes to turn the cab drivers head. Instead Savana flies through the separating glasses and hits the dashboard in front. He is bloody and soar.
Cab Driver: You are unnatural in itself, Savana.
Savana: You know me?
Cab Driver: Know you?
Savana starts to fade as his head starts throbbing…the last thing he sees is a box being placed in the drivers seat…ticking…
The Man: You know that you really are too complicated and simple for me to predict. I can only manipulate you to hope I know what you’re going to do but when it comes down to it…I give you all the ingredients for a good salad; lettuce, tomatoes, crumpets…and you turn around and give me a fruit salad.
Savana smirks as The Man jumps down from over the ledge and struts towards him with his hands in his pockets.
The Man: Not only that but no matter how I rig up your room now, you manage to escape one way or another. When you’re sober you are unstoppable…in more than one way it would seem. You have a match-
Savana: I’m not showing up…I didn’t want to beat John Russo for the Cross-Hemisphere championship I wanted to beat Kiseragi. He’s the one I need to go back and make up for a loss…not Russo.
The Man: And once again you also remind me at how you are simple, Savana. Whether you win the gold from Russo or find it in the trash…it weighs the same amount.
Savana: Taking things literally can really skew your view. I don’t care how much it weighs or how shiny it is in the dark…the prestige from winning it from Kiseragi would shoot UGWC to the top of search engines. The simple fact that I came back to reclaim the GIW Original Glory would attract a revenue that nobody else could have ever witnessed or harnest…winning it from Russo could produce prestige small enough to fit into the small pocket inside of your pockets.
The Man: Things like this seem to come up when you become to engulfed with one thing, Savana. Then something doesn’t go your way and now your once again lying on the road…
Savana: I didn’t say I wasn’t going to try-
The Man: Then why are you shooting rubber pellets at a can of Red Bull?
Savana: At first it was just for fun but I kept missing…
The Man: So you kept trying…and missing…but you kept trying…
Savana looks over to The Man one more time before aiming the toy gun at the can and firing. The rubber pellet hits the can but doesn’t knock the can over.
Savana: I guess me aiming for unlimited prestige isn’t the only thing that can waste time…
**************************************************
The scene abruptly cuts to the middle of a club where young women and guys are dancing erratically to the techno in the background. Purple streams of light are interchanging with blue and as the red and white cycle violently. Sweat covers the ground at the condensed groups of dancing.
DJ: Alright, alright my homies! My thugs! My lovers! Not my fighters! But goddamn do you know what time it is?
Crowd: Central!
DJ: Damn straight it’s Central Time here in HOUSTON, TEXASSSS! Now before I toss on the best beat I’ve heard in a dogs year let me introduce you to the special guest of the night. All the way from Tidwell!!!!! You know the street, playas. Andy Savana!
Savana comes from a curtain onto the stage where the DJ is behind a booth. The crowd starts to cheer loudly as Savana actually smiles at the recognition.
DJ: Andy goddamn Savana! Man, is it great to see you back! Last time you were here two people ended up dead, man! Not saying it was you of course. So I know you’re busy and stuff so how about some words for your hometown crowd.
Savana: Hello…
The crowd cheers as Savana once again smirks at the recognition.
DJ: So I was watching me some UGWC a couple of weeks ago and those people who talk their asses off during the shows kept mentioning you going up against some Chinaman for a championship.
Savana: Actually he was beat for the gold and now it isn’t him.
DJ: Same motherfucking difference!
Everyone laughs in unison except for Savana who seems uncomfortable at the conversation naturally working its way back to the problem in the back of his head.
DJ: The point is, Savana that your about to go and whoop some niggas ass and bring some gold to-
Crowd: HOUSTON!!!!
Savana: Yeah…
Savana starts to think about it.
Savana: Yeah, your right. It doesn’t matter if I beat Kiseragi for the title…Russo…or even your mamma.
DJ: Damn right! Even my momma! Fuck her for living in Detroit! Fuck who?
Crowd: Yo MOMMA!
DJ: Fuck who?!
Crowd: Yo MOMMA!
DJ: Ay, Savana! Fuck who?!
Savana: Any asshole who thinks he’s going to keep me from winning that bling and bringing it back to HOUSTON, TEXAS!
The crowd cheers as the DJ shakes Savana’s hand and gets back behind the booth. The next song starts up.
Now it’s time to dance
The discoteque is far, but i can hear the rhythm
So now i stop my car
I’m going to the bar
And finally start
Dancing all around
Please, take my hands
And bring me to the moon
we're flying together
you make me feel so fine
and now i’m gonna tell you
you are the only one
i want you tonight
Savana stands next to the booth in silence listening to the song. Remembering a time a long time ago but he can't quite remember what it is that happened the last time he heard this song…
*********************************************
A table flies across as room as The Man paces back and forth. He simply steps over the broken wood and continues to exhale and inhale quicker and quicker.
The Man: That sonofabitch is not going to come back and ruin all I have done with Savana.
A phone rings on the ground causing The Man to stop pacing and pick the phone to answer.
The Man: Savana, where the fuck are you!? I don’t give a fuck how I sound! Where are you?! What are you doing in Houston!? Get back to LA, now! I don’t give a fuck how or why! If you’re late to Synergy I’m going to cut your balls off myself and your phones being turned off after this phone call. Bye!
The Man throws the phone against the wall causing it to shatter. A knock is heard on the door.
The Man: Son of a bitch.
The Man goes to answer the door but sees nothing but a box on the ground. He leans in to grab it but there is something odd about it. Ticking…
******************************************
Savana is sitting in the back of a speeding car.
Savana: Hey, I’m paying you way more than a speeding ticket cost. If you could just hurry the fuck up and get me home I’d pay you even more.
Cab Driver: Settle down, it’s almost unnatural of you to have found a cab driver who would go one-twenty in a forty.
Savana: It’s an unnatural amount I’m paying you.
Cab Driver: What if I wanted more? Could you give it to me?
Savana: Yeah I guess.
Cab Driver: I don’t think you could…you don’t win enough on a weekly basis to do that. What if I demanded gold? Could you give me that as well?
Savana is now shocked at what was just said. Suddenly the car screeches to a halt as Savana goes to turn the cab drivers head. Instead Savana flies through the separating glasses and hits the dashboard in front. He is bloody and soar.
Cab Driver: You are unnatural in itself, Savana.
Savana: You know me?
Cab Driver: Know you?
Savana starts to fade as his head starts throbbing…the last thing he sees is a box being placed in the drivers seat…ticking…
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