My blog site is very unfriend toward screen writing format, it's an easy fix, but I don't have the dough to do so right now.
For those unfamiliar with basic screen writing, here's the basics; INT is interior / EXT is exterior.
Fade IN
It's the year 2112 and I'm two years shy of being a 150-years-old. I look like I'm still in my 50s and feel like a 25-year-old.
In the year 2020 I embraced Nanotechnology. Within twenty years of many people consuming nano pills to cure their cancer or stop aging, even both, a lot of nano pill users stopped taking the pills, and by 2050 nano pills were banned on the legal market, yet to this day, the so called black market is flourishing with the pills.
Decades before nano pills were a reality, nanotech pills had their critics and skepticism. On the positive end of nano pill consumption, the pills did indeed stop the aging process and even cure cancer by fixing people's dead cells or replacing the bad cells outright.
The critics claimed that if the nano pills replaced too many human cells, people would indeed look and be young forever, but they literally could become robots, void of all tangible emotions and feeling. The critics were right, but not 100 percent correct.
Some regular nano pill users have become what the critics claimed, mindless with absolutely no imagination, but these poor souls were excellent retail workers and janitors for life.
Some regular nano pill users, including healthy individuals almost 200-years-old however posses all the same human emotions they've always had, others like myself lost their entire sex drive and became asexual.
Becoming asexual was perfect for me, all the women I've desired from high school till middle aged never wanted me and vise versa, so this was a total blessing for me.
I still have all my creative cerebral passions such as photography and music to transport my dreams desires.
Facing the death penalty if caught with these five little girls in my basement was absolutely worth it to me. In these twisted modern times, I may have started to seriously lie to myself.
Convincing myself what is OK and what is illegal and sadistic to do with these little girls, but the stage has been set and the camera will roll.
What I was about to do and have these little girls do in the depths of my den of debacle surely was a felony and a sin against every law these days, but my desires and dreams got the best of me...
Relax folks, if your still reading, this is rated G stuff, I may have lured my readers into thinking this is some sort of an evil sex fantasy, but the fantasy is purely about music.
In the year 2112, all music that does not contain positive lyrics about the government and God, is not only illegal to play or listen to, but a punishment of maybe life in prison or even death.
Too many brain washed citizens still believe exposure to rock 'n' roll music is poisonous to the mind and bears a one way ticket to an eternity in hell.
The five little girl's, ages three to 5-years-old, I've got in my basement jamming away on drums, guitar, bass and sometimes horns are also subjected to the current 2112 laws, and may face the same fate as myself if caught.
If you understood the sheer talent of these amazing girls the way I do, you'd want their music captured and listened to by the souls who truly understand the sounds of real music.
INT BASEMENT DAY
All five girls are on a small stage complete with all the necessary rock 'n' roll musical instruments. The lead and rhythm guitarists are plugging in their guitars to their amps, the bass player is doing the same.
The drummer is seated on her drumming stool and adjusting her drum heads and cymbals to her exact preference.
Mark is connecting his Sony Handi Cam to the sound board. The camera is already on a tripod and facing the stage.
Despite the young age of the girls, their wisdom far exceeds their years.
KAYLA
(5-year-old lead guitarist)
Mark, if the police catch us, will they kill us?
The other four girls stopped all instrumental preparations and their shocked faces are eagerly awaiting Mark's answer.
MARK
Kill us on the spot?
(slight pause)
Very unlikely, and I'm the the one who would probably go to jail for life, maybe even sentenced to death, but you girls would probably be lectured and not allowed to play music, but no jail or death for you girls.
KAYLA
(Slightly angered)
Not allowed to play music!? That's not OK at all!
Kayla plugs a jack into her guitar and plays an amazing version of the "The Star-Spangled Banner." An electrical non vocal version of the song that Buddy Guy, Jimi Hendrix, Eric Clapton and Jeff Beck could only play in their wildest dreams.
While Kayla is jamming away, seeming effortless, her four other bands mates watch in awe, as does Mark. When Kayla is done playing, Mark and the rest of the girls are too wowed to even applaud.
ASLHEY
(4-year-old drummer)
That was a perfect version of the song. When we're done playing today, I want to watch the video later.
MARK
I forgot to turn the camera on, can you play it again Kayla?
TEMICKRA
(5-year-old lead singer)
(to Mark)
What? She'll never be able to play the song again like that again, that was straight from the heart, inspired by the soul, I can't believe you didn't turn on the camera.
KAYLA
I play my best guitar in years, and you didn't turn on the camera, your so funny Mark.
JAYLENE
(3-year-old bass player)
That's OK, we've still got a lot more music to play today. Remember to turn on the camera Mark, and make sure your lithium batteries are all charged.
KAREN
(4-year-old rhythm guitarist)
(Smiling)
Yea Mark! Remember last time your camera ran out of battery life and Ashely did that amazing drum solo which you missed.
MARK
Yea, yea, I remember, but now I've got three batteries all charged and ready to go, and I finally replaced the plug in adapter for the camera.
JAYLENE
You finally got a new plug in adapter, because you spilled beer on the old one.
KAYLA
Mark, your a lot smarter when you don't drink beer.
ASLHEY
I think he's funny when he drinks that dark stuff in the big glasses with the handles.
KAREN
As long as he doesn't drink too much, but even when he just drinks one, his breath really stinks.
MARK
Enough gibber jabber, let the jam session begin.
Mark is standing behind the camera and begins to pour a bottled IPA into a handled glass.
The girls start playing Led Zeppelin's "How Many More Times."
Mark double checks that the camera is in focus and that the sound level is OK. He is satisfied with his camera settings, sips his beer and bobs his head to the music.
This little all girl band sounds amazing, and quickly Mark realizes he forgot to hit the record button.
Mark turns the camera on and enjoys his beer and the music.
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