This is basic script for tying together a number of performances of the "I have dark thoughts" record, basically cutting between performers for each line of the text.
As requested, these are the audio stems for the sound design and music I did for Shuttersmith's When It Rains animation. In my sound design I took out the background noise and leveled out the original narration so I've also added it into the stems. I've put the music track I did as just one stereo track. If more stems are needed for the music, let me know. :D
This is the Zipped PSD file of Russell's Bed which includes the layers for remixing!
Forgot to add this when I uploaded the original image.
CORRECTION! There's a note in the doc file stating that the tempo returns to 140 BPM (coming off of the slower 126), but it should be 156.
- .doc with lyrics, chords, bpm changes, and footnotes
- mp3s (320kbps) of the click track, guitar, vox, snare, tambourine, bells, and three sax tracks
Please let me know if there's anything I may have omitted, and I'll revise it forthwith! In general, I think a sultry, burlesquey, 1940s jazz feel is in order, but feel free to play around. Happy RECording, ladies and germs!!
Also, I noted in the doc file that raspiness is key for singers on the "action figure" phrase, but if it doesn't feel natural to your specific voice, don't feel like you absolutely have to follow that guideline. Mollie's the only one we have to please! She's always lurking about...watching...
The following is a script for a short movie. I simple cutted and pasted from word. I used Story Adobe to original format the text. If you find the original file in Word format easer to read, ithas been attached. Thanks for reading.
Firing Jonathan Quimbley Written By
Evie Marie Warner
Based on HitRecord theme: Fire
EXT. PARK BENCH - DAY
We see a man sitting on a park bench. It is JONATHAN QUIMBLEY He is so loss in thought he can hear nothing else around. He can only hear his boss's voice in his head as he stares without seeing. On his lap is a box filled with items from his desk where he use to work.
I'm sorry, Quimbley. But every company is scaling back. I gotta let you go.
But you're keeping Alice and Mark? I do twice the work of those clowns!
You know how these things go, Quimbley. They've been here longer. They have more experience-
And she is sleeping with vice president of sales. And I'm pretty sure Mark is only staying because he is blackmailing you for fudging your expense report.
That is quite enough. Pack up your desk. And get out.
Jonathan suddenly seems to come to himself. He places his box to his left on the bench and pulls out a sketch pad. He then takes a mechanical pencil and begins to sketch a picture.
Hello, there. I' m Claire.
Her sudden appearance startles him. He looks up at her briefly.
He turns his attention back to his sketching.
(gestures to the bench) Mind if I join you?
Jonathan shrugs without stopping his sketching. Clair sits down.
I come here often to sketch myself at this time of day. The flowers are so beautiful and the lighting is perfect. How's come I've never seen you here?
Jonathan glances up at her occasionally as he sketches.
I work as an accountant. (sighs) Correction: was an accountant. So I spent most days at this time wolfing down day old coffee and doughnuts while crunching numbers.
Ah. Sounds like that came to sudden in.
Yeah. I suppose that's about right.
Claire reaches into her purse. She pulls out a business card. She holds it out to him.
What's that for?
You do nice work. And my friend and I own an art gallery. I hope you'll consider coming buy the gallery to let her take a look at some of your work. We sell the works of a lot of local artist.
(as he takes the card) (MORE)
Um. I'll think about it. Thanks.
Clair stands to her feet.
Life is full of patterns, you know. When the pattern changes; it can be a good thing. Today, the pattern of your daily life changed, and our paths crossed. Art is also full of patterns, too.
(with a snort)
Yeah. Well, with art I can control the patterns. Life? Not so much.
Getting fired changes the pattern, not always the outcome. Like, the type of pencil you use influences the texture of the lines in your drawing. But you control the final image. Whether you used a mechanical pen or a piece of chalk, a firefly still looks like a firefly. Different tool. Same pattern.
Meaning what exactly?
It means you should think a little bit more about whether you'll stop by the gallery tomorrow. You control what happens next.
Song "It All Burns Away" By user thelastcityband.
She twirls around and walks away. Perplexed Jonathan
watches her walk away.
INT. QUIMBLY'S APARTMENT - EVENING
"It All Burns Away" continues as we see JONATHAN in his apartment taking items from his box. He throws some of the items away. Then finds the business card he hastily threw
into the box. He looks at it, brow furrowed, he looks at then down at his sketch pad. The drawing of a flower that he drew at the park stairs back at him.
We next see him in front of an art easel as he creates a colorful drawing of a field lit up at night by a multitude of fireflies.
INT. CITY SIDEWALK - THE NEXT DA
As song continues, we see JONATHAN walking along the sidewalk in the art district. He has an art tube with its strap slung over one shoulder and in one hand is holding the business card. He is searching the store signs looking for the art gallery. The song ends as he finds it and stands in front of the shop door, trying to decide to go in. And then he does.
INT. GALLERY - CONTINUOUS
The gallery's bell rings as JONATHAN opens the door and steps into the gallery. A woman, NATALIE, is behind the counter ringing up a purchase for a CUSTOMER. Jonathan notices that the shop is filled with a variety of different types of art. He is clearly intimidated.
He doesn't even appear to notice that the CUSTOMER walks around him and out the door. Natalie greets him from behind the counter.
Hi there. Are you looking for something in particular?
He is startled.
Natalie is looking at him as if he is an oddly shaped vase. He is the only one in the store.
No. I mean. Yes. I'm Jonathan Quimbley. A woman-Claire- gave me her card. She thought I should stop by and show my work to her partner.
Natalie's smile falters.
I see. When was this?
Yesterday. Um, in the park.
Is this some kind of joke?
What? No. No joke. She gave me the shops business card.
That's not possible.
I don't under-
Natalie cuts him off and points angrily towards the door
Leave right now! Before I call the cops!
(as if to himself)
Yeah. New day. Same old patterns.
What did you just say?
(throws hands up as if in surrender)
Forget it, alright. I'm leaving. Have a nice day.
Natalie looks like she is going to say something but just stand there with mouth agape. The bell chimes as Jonathan storms out.
EXT. PARK BENCH - AFTERNOON
JONATHAN is sitting at the same bench as yesterday staring, but not doing anything. His art tube is propped up on the bench to his right. He looks confused and despondent.
NATALIE walks up to him.
The look Jonathan gives her is one of annoyance.
What do you want?
Natalie sits down before answering. The art tube is between them, like a buffer. She is clutching her purse closely to her.
I figured I would find you here. This is where you say you met Claire.
What do you care?
I do care. I'm Natalie. Her business partner. The reason, I was so upsets is...Well, you see, Claire died three months ago. It was sudden and unexpected. Some sort of congenital heart defect that went undetected.
I'm so sorry for your loss.
Thank you. But you can understand why I thought it rather odd you say you spoke to her yesterday. But you mentioned something about patterns and it just reminded of something she would say....
She said her name was Claire. But how is that possible? It couldn't have been her. Someone is obviously playing some sort of rude prank on us both!
Yes. Of course. Um, what is in the tube? Can I see it?
Natalie opens the tube and gently pulls out the sketch made last night. She unrolls it. She doesn't say anything. She isn't even breathing.
Is it that bad?
She lets out a gasp, a breath she didn't realize she had been holding. The tears are threatening to come.
Fireflies. When we were little, Claire and I would run around catching fireflies. How did you do it?
I used colored pencils, started with black-
No. That's not what I met.
I just saw fireflies in my head, numerous as the stars, lighting up the country side. So I drew it.
Well, whoever you spoke with was right to tell you to come. This is excellent work.
Well, thank you.
She starts to gently roll the drawing up. Very slowly. She clears her throat.
I knew it would happen eventually. We-well, I- have an opening in the shop for an artist-in-residence, of sorts. Now that Claire is gone I could use an artist who can help curate our collections and also allow them to display their own work in the shop.
Well, I hope you find that person soon.
We see she is not putting the rolled up picture back in the art tube. She replaces the tube.
I believe I just did.
Fade to black.