Listening to: Chantal Kreviazuk - In This Life
Mood: "You're not a superstar."

from my screenplay (somewhere in the first act. i'm working on the second act now, but i like taking things out of context today, apparently.)

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A gust of wind sweeps the balloon from young Estlin’s grasp and blows his hair wildly as he watches the balloon taken into the low, swift clouds.

Estlin’s mother, REBECCA CUMMINGS, walks out, baby on hip, and sits beside him.

REBECCA
Hi baby.

Estlin looks at his feet and back up. Rebecca looks up at the wasted balloon, then to Estlin.

YOUNG ESTLIN
The balloon man wasn’t so scary today.

REBECCA
(smiling)
Well that’s good, sweetheart.

Rebecca looks back up at the balloon, nearly out of sight now.

REBECCA (CON’T)
Baby, you know they don’t like to be held, anyway. Remember what mother told you about things that fly?

Estlin nods and stares up with tears welling.

YOUNG ESTLIN
They like to be free.

A beat. Rebecca looks at her son sympathetically.

REBECCA
That’s right.

Rebecca kisses his forehead and pulls him close and looks up.

REBECCA (CON’T)
That’s right, my baby.

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And a random picture:



(Adam's dirty Lexus. Irony is fun. Ironically, I'm listening to Ironic by Alanis Morrisette right now. The acoustic version is amazing.)