Laaaaaadies and Gentlemen!
Just found out some great news this morning: not only will Netflix carry HIT RECORD ON TV (Season 1) in the US on Aug 7, it'll also launch in the following territories:
We'll be sending out artwork and video announcements soon — but was excited to let y'all know this! :D
CLOSE UP of LIPS.
INT. FANCY LAW OFFICE.
A LAWYER sits behind the impressive desk, jotting down some notes. Her CLIENT sits across the desk. CLIENT turns and looks directly into the camera.
I said irreconcilable differences, but really, it's because he refuses to shit with the door closed.
QUICK CUT to CLOSE UP of FINGER OVER LIPS.
INT. TEENAGE GIRL's BEDROOM.
A YOUNG TEEN is sitting on her bed, painting her toenails and texting frantically. She looks up directly into the camera.
Sometimes, when I say I can't even? (dramatic pause) I CAN even!
A YOUNG BOY stands in a 2nd grade classroom. In the background, a hamster runs on his wheel. The boy looks at the camera, obviously scared.
It wasn't the dog who ate my homework, but the cat told me I would keep my mouth shut if I knew what was good for me!
QUICK CUT to a CLOSE UP of PAW OVER LIPS.
In a room plastered with collectibles in their original packaging sits THAT GUY. He looks up from his laptop, into the camera.
I haven't read the book or seen the movie, but the book is definitely better.
The same YOUNG BOY is frantic. The hamster cage is noticeably closer to him than it was before, though still in the background. YOUNG BOY confesses to the camera.
"The dog's lovable!" he said! "He'll get off easy!" he said!
A MAN stands in his pajamas. Behind him, the refrigerator door is open, and someone is raiding its contents. The MAN sighs to the camera.
I didn't read the Terms of Service, and now...
This is a complete fabrication... The only thing that's real is the ghost forest and location.
Deep in the heart of Sleeping Bear Dunes National Park, on the trail to Sleeping Bear Point; lies a disappearing reappearing natural phenomenon known as a ghost forest. Though spectral in name, this forest is merely the bleached and petrified remains of trees, that over time, were periodically swallowed and spat out by the dunes at the whim of sand and wind. However, if you were to venture off the post-marked trail that leads through these pale skeletons of trees, you might happen upon a slightly more inexplicable curiosity. For in a hollow, in the shadow of the point, stands a single, black and gnarled tree. More curious though, are the children's shoes that hang from it.
When pressed, locals whisper a tale in hushed tones, that tells of a child killer known only as Jack of the Dunes. During the summer months of 1947-1953, seventeen children were lured away from their parents while playing in the dunes; vanishing, never to be seen again. All that remained in each case, were the child's shoes found hanging from a blackened tree in the ghost forest.
Then, in February of 1954, a terrible storm blew across Lake Michigan and the ghost forest was once again buried in the sands. The following summer no children were taken and locals thought the horror was over.
That was until June of 1968 when a local boy by the name of Jimmy Thalan disappeared while on a family outing. Jimmy and his sister had been racing up the dunes while their mother set out the picnic, but when she called...
I have three missed calls from my mom. I usually pick up right away when she calls, but since she died last week it is a little unsettling.
There's something strange about being in a room that you haven't been in for a while. The trinkets on the shelf come back to life. The smell that is distinct to the home invades your nose. And the evidence of life after you, jumps out at you. Beach Boys? When the hell did she get into the Beach Boys?
"Have a seat," she says. I look for a chair but don't see one. She points to the bed.
"Here?" I ask, but she doesn't reply. She walks over to the window and pulls the curtain away to reveal my dusty acoustic guitar.
I stand up, but she sits down on the floor and places the guitar in her lap.
"So how have you been?" she asks.
I settle back in and shrug my shoulders, "I mean, you know, pretty good. You?"
"I didn't expect you to come back for this. Don't you have another Fender just like it?"
"Yeah, no, I know. I mean I never meant to leave it here. It's just that I'm starting a band..."
"A band," she says in a perky manner. She starts to strum the guitar. "What's the name of the band?"
"Well, things aren't totally decided but as of now, I think it's like, I Speak Whale."
The strumming turns into something delicate. Sweet-sounding. A distinct, dreamy melody.
"Did you learn to play the guitar?" I ask.
"Not really. I learned a song. I mean, I wrote a song," she says smiling.
"Shut the front door. Let me hear it!"
"No, I haven't played it in a while. It's embarrassing."
"Come on! What's it called," I say.
She makes a silly face. One I haven't seen in a couple of years. It still enchants me. Then her fingers slow down, and my guitar starts to croon something beautiful. She flashes a smile, and I lean...
"Hey baby, I seen you tonight. I know you're hot for some action." I can smell him from 15 feet away, catch the subtle slur in his voice. Probably the only subtle thing about him, really. I flinch my shoulders, a little startle response, wondering where he'll go next. I'm leading him on, I know it. I mean, really, what was going to happen, 2:30 a.m., a dark alley, him waiting just out of sight of the employee entrance to the club? We both know what was going to come next. My heart starts beating harder, my hands becoming slick. I take a couple of deep breaths to steady myself. The fucking drunk pig was steadying himself too, hand on his crotch real obvious as he steps from the shadow of the overflowing dumpster.
My peeps call me Kill Kill Pussycat, or just K.K. I'm a bartender. I'm real greatful to have a gig in one of the hottest clubs in the city, even if I have to bust my butt most nights. It helps me keep in shape, having to move that fast for all those hours. It's a nice addition to my training. And I get afternoons to train as long as I don't cut loose every night. The people are cool, mostly real interesting. I mean the people I work with, the ones I hang out with. Not the customers. They always have day jobs and I don't really get to know most of them. And since they put the ban on smoking it's not so bad in there. You can wash out the funk of too much sweat and cheap beer, when you could never get out the smell of smoke. Much better now.
I earned my nickname defending my right to come to work without a bra on. Well, and not be hassled about it. I can't stand the...
Hi everyone - we're excited to share some really cool news with you. Beginning Friday, August 7th, Season One of Hit RECord On TV will be streaming on NETFLIX!
As of now, this is for U.S Netflix subscribers and at the moment only Season One will be available on Netflix. But if and when the Season Two becomes streamable we will let you all know as soon as possible, as well as if the show will stream internationally.
Thanks - and enjoy! :oD
We're getting some really fantastic contributions for the Scary Campfire Stories Collab; hey look, here are just a few examples of the excellent stories that have already been submitted:
1) The Squonk - Campfire story by Sarah Scott
4) U’tlun’ta / Spearfinger (Campfire Story) by lilybet
8) Devil's Hole by FilmmakerCam
I've started individual curation albums for all ten Round 1 stories which you can find HERE (some stories are getting more contributions than others so check them out and bear that in mind when deciding which story to tackle next):
I've leaving feedback on records when I can and I strongly (IN CAPITALS!) urge everyone else to do the same. Mine is just one opinion and we want the production of this Handbook to be as collaborative and all-encompassing as possible. And with up to 50 individual stories up for grabs there is LOADS of opportunity for everyone to be involved. Just imagine people all across the US, sat around campfires, toasting marshmallows and trying to console their young ones after something you contributed to this Handbook has scared them stupid. Pretty cool, huh?
So this weekend, that lawn doesn't really need cutting, that donkey doesn't really need konging and your son’s bar mitzvah doesn't really need attending - fire up your laptop, sharpen your best pencil, have just one last go on Candy Crush (unless you had five or less jellies to clear in which case you can have another go) and GET WRITING!
Seriously, whether you write a full story, remix a story someone has contributed, add suggestions for how particular lines, paragraphs, words...
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