Movie Script - Pandorado y Mazorcal -- Completed

it all started with a phone call before i embarked on my motorcycle journey.
she asked me 'what do you really want to do with your life, do not lie to yourself'
for me it was always movies, but at twenty eight, failed business, and no experience -
the only way i thought i would stand a chance is by coming back home.
i would write a movie script that is undeniable.
i think i have done that. it took me two years, a late late nights, and many
episodes of low self-steem and depression. but i have written
eighty pages that i hope lead me to glory.

the sad part is: writing the damn thing is just the start.
i think there are some legal steps i need to take.
then i need to develop a story board; while at the same time
it is time to whore out the script.
hopefully i find someone that i can work with that will respect the work.

if not - i will have to find ways to make money
and then ill produce myself.
had it been any other script i would be fine with just ending the journey here
but the story is my life, its semi-autobiographical.
-- i know im not wrong in thinking that i must be at the
creative helm for this story to work.

i do believe what i wrote is a story worth telling,
if i sound egocentric is because i have to:
i am practicing what athletes do before they perform -
have confidence.

my current fear is that someone may want to steal my work
that ill meet the wrong people.

anyways, i leave you with a scene on the script -
yes, it's an actual scene. it is the only portion that i have kept
since the beginning - one of the first scenes i wrote, and
it has not gone through any changes:

[It's in Spanish because--- I won't translate the scene unless I get enough requests to do so.]


INT. BERNARDO'S ROOM - A DISTANT DAY IN THE PAST

ALISA esta sentada en la cama con ambos pies en la cama, las
rodillas cerca de su cuerpo. La habitacion esta bien ordenada
y limpia - pero se siente vacia. La luz que proviene de la
ventana acentua la afliccion en su rostro.

BERNARDO se acerca y coloca un vaso de jugo de naranja en la
mesa de noche.

BERNARDO - Te encuentras bien? Por que ese
rostro.
ALISA - No tiene nada que ver contigo.
BERNARDO -Sabes que no me gusta verte asi.
ALISA - Entonces no hay necesidad de que me
estes mirando.
BERNARDO - No me refiero a eso, si te sientes
mal, a mi no me va bien. Hay algo
en que te pueda ayudar? Quieres ir
a algun lado?
ALISA - No
BERNARDO -En ese caso, si me necesitas estoy
aqui.
ALISA - Tampoco quiero eso.
BERNARDO - No entiendo, acaso hice algo mal?
ALISA - Te estoy diciendo que no es de tu
inbumbencia, acaso no escuchas!
BERNARDO - Cual es tu problema?
ALISA - (lagrimeando)
Nada! Siempre que hablas, no dices nada que tenga ni un poquito de
inteligencia. Siempre hablando tonteras. Estar contigo es como si
estuviese con un niño, un infante. Eres el peor cabron de mierda que
he visto, hijo de puta. Que clase de mujer va a querer estar contigo,
solo de verte me siento sucia y deforme. Acaso crees que me iba a
casar contigo, para que voy a querer hacer eso? Maldito adefecio,
solo dejame en paz, me sofocas. Te odio! Asi que no, no quiero nada de
ti. Me siento atrapada.

Alisa se levanta, coge sus cosas, y sale del cuarto.

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