I remember…
Being with my friends and riding in the back seat of my college friend’s red cobalt. We were coming from the University of Memphis down poplar because we had just picked up my close friend from high school, Terrance, up to hang out with us and the MCA crew at Metz. This day would prove to be a day to remember, because on this day it was raining cats and dogs every other fifteen-minute interval. The streets were wet and slippery. As I looked through the front windshield I noticed the pounding of the raindrops and it’s intent to distort the vision of the drivers. The windshield wipers even had a hard time knocking the water off.
My friend “E” was moving her head in a musical rhythm while turning her volume dial up. We were inside her car jamming to the hard A** hip hop music that she had playing, driving down the narrow streets of poplar. It’s funny how the mood and emotions of friends can change in a blink of an eye. “E” pulled up to a stop sign right off of Union Ext and Poplar. I was looking out my little window on the right side of the car taking notice of the vast water trails on the side of the street by the side walk going down into the drainage sewers. There were also cars pulling up beside the cobalt nice and slow too. The drivers in the other cars appeared scared and extremely cautious compared to the three people in the car I was sitting in.
Right when I think we about to begin driving again, Terrance beside me begins yelling,
“HEY LOOK… HEY LOOK AT THAT CAR!!!!” Terrance, in fright, tries to stand up in the car and move over towards me while pointing at the car that has began to run a red light. While all of this is going on, it took me a moment to actually tune into what he was yelling about, because I was admiring the wet vast roads and cars. When I shifted my head to the left of the car “E” was beginning raise their voice too saying,
“HE’S COMING RIGHT AT US… HE’S COMING RIGHT AT US!!!” As they begin yelling I caught a glimpse of a blue truck skidding out of control and moving in our direction. The truck was drifting over the wet road. This experience was raising the excitement level in the car to a fright. Chad in the front seat had his mouth just opened with his eyes wide open and focused on the truck skidding. My heart rate at this point starts to increase and I began to wonder could this be the end to coolbrotha007. The blue truck drifts past the car we are in and hits the car behind us to the left head on. By this time the man in the station wagon had to have experienced shock, because the guy in the blue truck hit his car. Chad in the front seat passenger side, breathes deep and says,
“I can’t take no more of this, take me right BACK to Metz.” We all laughed. Terrance called the police and reported the accident while we began our drive back to Metz.
Storyboards:
- in the back seat of the car looking out the front window
- circling inside the car like first person looking around.
- focused outside the car watching cars stop by
- fast shifting focus from right to left, plus a zoom in of the car skidding
- a shot of the whole car from outside.
- two camera angles of the cars getting hit.
- close up of chad
- outside the car from behind, watching the car drive off.
adrenaline, fear, peace and out of control
Genre: Suspense- Thriller
Logline: A car full of a friends almost get hit by an oncoming truck.
Synopsis: It starts out with three people in a car picking up their friend who goes to another school. When they finally get on the road the whether changes and starts pouring down a lot of rain. While the four friends are driving down poplar ave they come to a stop sign where everyone dances to the music. The music in the car is loud, but in the mist of the fun and excitement, the main character's friend begins to yell in excitement and fright that a car is coming in their direction. The car is a truck actually and it's starting to skid across the intersection. The next thing that happens, the truck hits a car. Thankfully it was not the car full of young adults on their way to their dorms at metz. They all left that intersection with a sense of fear and happiness with their seat belts on.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Experience #2
I remember…
My second semester of my freshman year was a complete adrenaline rush thanks to my roommate James Hart. We stayed at Metz and he was placed right in the next room besides mine. One afternoon I was procrastinating after my 9-3 class tired of working, because finals week was approaching. This day, James had invited some friends over to play some video games. Before they began he knocked on my door and invited me to join them in the video game fiesta. I accepted the invitation since I didn’t want to do any work.
James’s friends had a backpack full of video games to choose from. For most the evening I just played what they wanted to play. After playing two games that I had little knowledge about I began to speak my mind, because I was losing.
“I bet, if y’all had a racing game or a fighting game like Need for Speed or Tekken, y’all
wouldn’t win,” I said.
My roommate James moved his attention from staring at the T.V. to looking at me.
“No one can beat me on Need for Speed, because I own that game,” he says with bold confidence. When James said that, I was ready to make a believer out of my new roommate. In my mind, I was the king of racing and he was a pretender. James then rose out of his seat and opened his drawer and lifted out his Need for Speed Black Edition. I was hype that he actually had the game, because it would determine who was better. He then opened the Playstation II (PS2) and put the game in. One of his friends handed me the controller as if he already knew he was going to loose, if he played. I accepted the controller and told James,
“You are really lucky I don’t have my cars to smoke you with, but It doesn’t matter I’m still gonna leave you behind either way. Ha ha,” in excitement. I needed to create my own vehicle because that’s how I usually race. While I made my car on the game he left to the bathroom. By the time he made it back I was just about finished. To me, it didn’t really matter what the car looked like, I was worried about the performance. James then took control of the game and chose the circuit, the laps, and the traffic amount. I stressed that I wanted it to be maximum. He actually agreed with me and said,
“Me too Pierre.” By this stage of the worked up excitement I began to question his skills. The screen displayed the car selection screen where he chose a sky blue cobalt that was maxed out as far as performance was concerned, which made me wonder what kind of opponent picks a cobalt to drive against me. I was the next Jeff Gordon in my mind, so that cobalt better have some speed and he better know how to drive. I mean I’ve played Need for Speed since the first ever made playable game. This game was the game that would keep me up playing at odd hours of the night to death. James had it coming.
The race was about to begin and I’m getting all my trash talk organized for the race because I wanted to rub it in that I was winning. The race begins Three, Two, One, Go! I managed a perfect launch or burnout from the starting line. My car squeals and pushes 0-60 in like three seconds of the race. James and I are head to head and it’s only a matter of time that someone will make a mistake. My left thumb was stiff, yet shaking on the analog, because of the built-up of tension between James and I. Both of us were whipping through the traffic at speeds greater than 140mph. It was at that moment that I began to question my cars ability to keep up with his car. My car was fast, but I couldn’t believe that his car would push 180 to 200 so quickly. In a race that was this high of a tempo it was wise not to blink, or to take my eyes off the screen for a spilt second. Both James and I are realizing one another’s skill at this game. The last lap rolls around and I managed to catch up from my car crashes earlier. Now, we are both neck and neck except he begins to pull off away from me again. I had about half a tank of nos left compared to his empty. What’s the best decision? Bleed my nos to catch up and gain first place now and hope that I don’t wreck, or conserve for just in case, we both wreck so that I could get a jump off from a stop and go. My hands were beginning to sweat and my eyes started to dry out. I haven’t blinked for about 7 minutes. My heart was pounding and the sound of my car’s engine put me in a trance that wouldn’t stop until the race was over. I began to lean forward in my seat and to get uncomfortable in hopes to better my chances of winning. James manages to refill his nos tank to about half, and my tank was almost full. Now he’s rubbing the side of my car. I bled my nos to gain some distance, but he’s doing the same. Both of us where not breathing for the last 15 seconds of the game. Cars were flashing before my eyes and my vision got blurred. That’s when I crashed in an on-coming vehicle allowing James to take the lead and win the race that left everyone speechless there after.
Storyboards:
- above me while I sit in my room
- facing my door from the inside of my room
- in the hallway before I go into James's room
- In the doorway to get a full shot of the whole room
- a moving camera shot between the people while they play.
- close shot of James saying his words
- close shot of us playing side by side.
- zoom out to see our reaction
Adrenaline, excitement, anxiousness, disappointment.
Genre: suspense- comedy- action
Logline: Two hardcore gamers that face-off in a dual for the winning title.
Synopsis: The story starts out with the first roommate secluded in his room minding his own business when his friend/roommate comes in unannounced and invites him to play some games. Next, they all pack up in the room and begin there game fiesta, but the invited roommate doesn't really get involved with the gaming atmosphere until, he makes his first real comment to all the gamers. Then the two gamers who are about to get into a dual say some funny words to one another before they begin there race. Next they begin their race and they bring tension to the whole mood of the atmosphere until at the end one is a victor and the other is the loser.
My second semester of my freshman year was a complete adrenaline rush thanks to my roommate James Hart. We stayed at Metz and he was placed right in the next room besides mine. One afternoon I was procrastinating after my 9-3 class tired of working, because finals week was approaching. This day, James had invited some friends over to play some video games. Before they began he knocked on my door and invited me to join them in the video game fiesta. I accepted the invitation since I didn’t want to do any work.
James’s friends had a backpack full of video games to choose from. For most the evening I just played what they wanted to play. After playing two games that I had little knowledge about I began to speak my mind, because I was losing.
“I bet, if y’all had a racing game or a fighting game like Need for Speed or Tekken, y’all
wouldn’t win,” I said.
My roommate James moved his attention from staring at the T.V. to looking at me.
“No one can beat me on Need for Speed, because I own that game,” he says with bold confidence. When James said that, I was ready to make a believer out of my new roommate. In my mind, I was the king of racing and he was a pretender. James then rose out of his seat and opened his drawer and lifted out his Need for Speed Black Edition. I was hype that he actually had the game, because it would determine who was better. He then opened the Playstation II (PS2) and put the game in. One of his friends handed me the controller as if he already knew he was going to loose, if he played. I accepted the controller and told James,
“You are really lucky I don’t have my cars to smoke you with, but It doesn’t matter I’m still gonna leave you behind either way. Ha ha,” in excitement. I needed to create my own vehicle because that’s how I usually race. While I made my car on the game he left to the bathroom. By the time he made it back I was just about finished. To me, it didn’t really matter what the car looked like, I was worried about the performance. James then took control of the game and chose the circuit, the laps, and the traffic amount. I stressed that I wanted it to be maximum. He actually agreed with me and said,
“Me too Pierre.” By this stage of the worked up excitement I began to question his skills. The screen displayed the car selection screen where he chose a sky blue cobalt that was maxed out as far as performance was concerned, which made me wonder what kind of opponent picks a cobalt to drive against me. I was the next Jeff Gordon in my mind, so that cobalt better have some speed and he better know how to drive. I mean I’ve played Need for Speed since the first ever made playable game. This game was the game that would keep me up playing at odd hours of the night to death. James had it coming.
The race was about to begin and I’m getting all my trash talk organized for the race because I wanted to rub it in that I was winning. The race begins Three, Two, One, Go! I managed a perfect launch or burnout from the starting line. My car squeals and pushes 0-60 in like three seconds of the race. James and I are head to head and it’s only a matter of time that someone will make a mistake. My left thumb was stiff, yet shaking on the analog, because of the built-up of tension between James and I. Both of us were whipping through the traffic at speeds greater than 140mph. It was at that moment that I began to question my cars ability to keep up with his car. My car was fast, but I couldn’t believe that his car would push 180 to 200 so quickly. In a race that was this high of a tempo it was wise not to blink, or to take my eyes off the screen for a spilt second. Both James and I are realizing one another’s skill at this game. The last lap rolls around and I managed to catch up from my car crashes earlier. Now, we are both neck and neck except he begins to pull off away from me again. I had about half a tank of nos left compared to his empty. What’s the best decision? Bleed my nos to catch up and gain first place now and hope that I don’t wreck, or conserve for just in case, we both wreck so that I could get a jump off from a stop and go. My hands were beginning to sweat and my eyes started to dry out. I haven’t blinked for about 7 minutes. My heart was pounding and the sound of my car’s engine put me in a trance that wouldn’t stop until the race was over. I began to lean forward in my seat and to get uncomfortable in hopes to better my chances of winning. James manages to refill his nos tank to about half, and my tank was almost full. Now he’s rubbing the side of my car. I bled my nos to gain some distance, but he’s doing the same. Both of us where not breathing for the last 15 seconds of the game. Cars were flashing before my eyes and my vision got blurred. That’s when I crashed in an on-coming vehicle allowing James to take the lead and win the race that left everyone speechless there after.
Storyboards:
- above me while I sit in my room
- facing my door from the inside of my room
- in the hallway before I go into James's room
- In the doorway to get a full shot of the whole room
- a moving camera shot between the people while they play.
- close shot of James saying his words
- close shot of us playing side by side.
- zoom out to see our reaction
Adrenaline, excitement, anxiousness, disappointment.
Genre: suspense- comedy- action
Logline: Two hardcore gamers that face-off in a dual for the winning title.
Synopsis: The story starts out with the first roommate secluded in his room minding his own business when his friend/roommate comes in unannounced and invites him to play some games. Next, they all pack up in the room and begin there game fiesta, but the invited roommate doesn't really get involved with the gaming atmosphere until, he makes his first real comment to all the gamers. Then the two gamers who are about to get into a dual say some funny words to one another before they begin there race. Next they begin their race and they bring tension to the whole mood of the atmosphere until at the end one is a victor and the other is the loser.
Monday, January 28, 2008
Experience #1
The Morning
I remember…
On a Tuesday morning, I was sleeping on the sofa downstairs of my parents house, anticipating the alarm of my phone to vibrate at any second. My dreams had stopped and I was half asleep, with traveling flying through my mind over and over again. My unsoundly sleep (caused by impatience) forced me to open my eyes and take a glance at how long I should expect to wait. I opened my phone and I had 10 minutes longer to sleep.
The alarm woke me this time with an unpleasant vibrating noise that I could hear going through the sofa. I awakened and began to gaze off in my brother’s direction who was sleeping at the other end of the sofa. He was balled up in the little corner of the sofa with this light bed sheet covering him that obviously didn’t keep him warm, because he had his toes curled into the sheet as if trying to keep air from coming in and getting out. After looking at my brother for a while, I raised my body up and thought to myself, it is way too early while stretching my body and cracking my bones. I slowly moved the bed sheet cover away from me, stood to my feet, and slipped on my vans. The floor was cold and the bathroom was running through my mind. Then, I used my right leg to ease the glass table besides the sofa out of the walk way and started my way towards the bathroom door being careful not to trip over unnoticed toys from my little brothers room. On my way to the bathroom, light from behind me begun to pass through the window into the room, which aided my vision in guiding me through the room. The bathroom wasn’t far but the chance of falling was at a high risk because of the scattered shoes and small walk space to walk through. So, when I made it to the bathroom, I closed the door barely and proceeded towards the toilet where I raised the seat and zipped my zipper down.
After I finished my business in the bathroom I came out and told my brother to wake up. He moved and rolled over in just to let me know he heard me. I went upstairs straight to my parent’s room where I saw my mother sitting up watching T.V. Slowly I entered into the room and spoke saying, “ good morning momma.”
She replied, “hey son,” while I began to take a seat on her bed. She then asked if I slept well and if I was ready.
I said, “Yeah I’m as ready as I’m gonna be.” My mother started tilting her head down to stare in her lap and begun to rotate her round and round. Her sudden change in her expression made me wonder what was the matter. So, I gave her a hug and whispered in her ear that I love her. She smiled and hugged me back while saying it back then she asked me if I had EVERYTHING ready downstairs and if I had remembered to pack my itinerary. I nodded yes while saying of course. (I lied) Then I stood up and said let me wake my brother up and start loading the car so we don’t waste time.
My mom replied, “Ok son,” while I left her room.
On my way to my room I grabbed the itinerary that my mom mentioned earlier about on the computer desk and went downstairs to pack it. My brother was still laid out on the bed half asleep, so I spoke and said, “It’s time to go.” He slid the bed sheet off his body with his feet, and raised his body in the upright position. After rubbing his eyes he gazed at the floor and put his shoes on. At the same time I was grabbing my lugged and placing the itinerary in the front pocket of one of my suitcases. We both put our jackets on next and proceeded up the stairs going towards the front door. Tori, my sister, finally came out of her room at this time dressed and ready. I said to her, “Good morning Ughh!” (A nickname I gave her). She glared at me and frowned sending a message that she wasn’t in the mood. I chuckled and said, “We have to leave soon and be on our way by six o/clock. She then proceeded to the bathroom and closed the door. I then took my luggage to the car and started the car. When I made it back into the house, I could hear mom and my sister debate on who was going to take me. My sister argued her points and my mom argued hers. With all this was going on my brother sat on the piano and begun playing. This moved me to sit down and wait on them to make a decision. The next thing that I knew, Tori was leaving the room and heading towards out the front door to the car. I told my mother bye for the last time and thank you. I signaled my brother it’s time to leave and he hit the piano button and headed towards the door. He asked me, as we were leaving,
“What time does your flight leave?” while closing the front door behind him.
Storyboards:
- zoomed in at the couch
- above me while I was waking up.
- a first person view of me picking up the phone and reading it
- camera angle from behind me while walking
- set up to watch me walk up and down the stairs
- behind my mom when I come in the room
- facing tori's room when she comes out
- behind my brother when he starts playing the piano
- facing me (frontal shot) while I sit on the couch.
- angle shot leaving the house.
Happiness and Sadness. Acceptance
Genre: Drama
Logline: A young adult leaving to another state.
Synopsis: This is about a young man who is going to leave his home for a while. It starts out with him sleeping on the the sofa and anticipating his alarm. He then goes into self thought about his surroundings before he actually moves from the sofa to the bathroom. The story then takes the young man upstairs to his parents room where he tries to connect with his mother, before he begins loading his bags in the car. The story then ends with him leaving the house and looking at the inside for one last time before he leaves.
I remember…
On a Tuesday morning, I was sleeping on the sofa downstairs of my parents house, anticipating the alarm of my phone to vibrate at any second. My dreams had stopped and I was half asleep, with traveling flying through my mind over and over again. My unsoundly sleep (caused by impatience) forced me to open my eyes and take a glance at how long I should expect to wait. I opened my phone and I had 10 minutes longer to sleep.
The alarm woke me this time with an unpleasant vibrating noise that I could hear going through the sofa. I awakened and began to gaze off in my brother’s direction who was sleeping at the other end of the sofa. He was balled up in the little corner of the sofa with this light bed sheet covering him that obviously didn’t keep him warm, because he had his toes curled into the sheet as if trying to keep air from coming in and getting out. After looking at my brother for a while, I raised my body up and thought to myself, it is way too early while stretching my body and cracking my bones. I slowly moved the bed sheet cover away from me, stood to my feet, and slipped on my vans. The floor was cold and the bathroom was running through my mind. Then, I used my right leg to ease the glass table besides the sofa out of the walk way and started my way towards the bathroom door being careful not to trip over unnoticed toys from my little brothers room. On my way to the bathroom, light from behind me begun to pass through the window into the room, which aided my vision in guiding me through the room. The bathroom wasn’t far but the chance of falling was at a high risk because of the scattered shoes and small walk space to walk through. So, when I made it to the bathroom, I closed the door barely and proceeded towards the toilet where I raised the seat and zipped my zipper down.
After I finished my business in the bathroom I came out and told my brother to wake up. He moved and rolled over in just to let me know he heard me. I went upstairs straight to my parent’s room where I saw my mother sitting up watching T.V. Slowly I entered into the room and spoke saying, “ good morning momma.”
She replied, “hey son,” while I began to take a seat on her bed. She then asked if I slept well and if I was ready.
I said, “Yeah I’m as ready as I’m gonna be.” My mother started tilting her head down to stare in her lap and begun to rotate her round and round. Her sudden change in her expression made me wonder what was the matter. So, I gave her a hug and whispered in her ear that I love her. She smiled and hugged me back while saying it back then she asked me if I had EVERYTHING ready downstairs and if I had remembered to pack my itinerary. I nodded yes while saying of course. (I lied) Then I stood up and said let me wake my brother up and start loading the car so we don’t waste time.
My mom replied, “Ok son,” while I left her room.
On my way to my room I grabbed the itinerary that my mom mentioned earlier about on the computer desk and went downstairs to pack it. My brother was still laid out on the bed half asleep, so I spoke and said, “It’s time to go.” He slid the bed sheet off his body with his feet, and raised his body in the upright position. After rubbing his eyes he gazed at the floor and put his shoes on. At the same time I was grabbing my lugged and placing the itinerary in the front pocket of one of my suitcases. We both put our jackets on next and proceeded up the stairs going towards the front door. Tori, my sister, finally came out of her room at this time dressed and ready. I said to her, “Good morning Ughh!” (A nickname I gave her). She glared at me and frowned sending a message that she wasn’t in the mood. I chuckled and said, “We have to leave soon and be on our way by six o/clock. She then proceeded to the bathroom and closed the door. I then took my luggage to the car and started the car. When I made it back into the house, I could hear mom and my sister debate on who was going to take me. My sister argued her points and my mom argued hers. With all this was going on my brother sat on the piano and begun playing. This moved me to sit down and wait on them to make a decision. The next thing that I knew, Tori was leaving the room and heading towards out the front door to the car. I told my mother bye for the last time and thank you. I signaled my brother it’s time to leave and he hit the piano button and headed towards the door. He asked me, as we were leaving,
“What time does your flight leave?” while closing the front door behind him.
Storyboards:
- zoomed in at the couch
- above me while I was waking up.
- a first person view of me picking up the phone and reading it
- camera angle from behind me while walking
- set up to watch me walk up and down the stairs
- behind my mom when I come in the room
- facing tori's room when she comes out
- behind my brother when he starts playing the piano
- facing me (frontal shot) while I sit on the couch.
- angle shot leaving the house.
Happiness and Sadness. Acceptance
Genre: Drama
Logline: A young adult leaving to another state.
Synopsis: This is about a young man who is going to leave his home for a while. It starts out with him sleeping on the the sofa and anticipating his alarm. He then goes into self thought about his surroundings before he actually moves from the sofa to the bathroom. The story then takes the young man upstairs to his parents room where he tries to connect with his mother, before he begins loading his bags in the car. The story then ends with him leaving the house and looking at the inside for one last time before he leaves.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Place To ME !!!
After shooting the short film I realized that their could have been much more acting and subtle changes in me, that really could of boosted my projects outcome. I will admit I was nervous because I wanted it to be perfect, but I knew that my projects will improve upon the next time. I will say, that I learned that simple is sometimes better.
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
"A Sense of Place"
A sense of place is what I would describe as where one belongs or where one may come from or where one wants to be. To be a person in a place would mean to have a sense humanity and a sense of position within a space or environment. Many people question their own space.
Dictionary
a residence, dwelling, or house
position, situation, or circumstances
the position of a figure in a series, as in decimal notation
to put in the proper position or order; arrange; dispose
position, situation, or circumstances
the position of a figure in a series, as in decimal notation
to put in the proper position or order; arrange; dispose
Place Free Write
Rooms with empty space. My brothers house in Virginia. California. Little Rock Central High. A bedroom that's not mine. Inside a very small space. In the shower at my dorm room. The kitchen of a friends house. Vans shoe store. The mall. Burger King. My dorm room. My moms resting place. Wal-mart and bestbuy. My closet full of hangers and clothes. Under my bed. Under my bed's covers.
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