Experience #3

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.