Day 2

Start writing a story that...

Step 1: starts with the dialogue: Do you think it's possible to live like that?

Step 2: add a character who is chased

Step 3: include a dialogue that begins with: What's inside?
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"Do you think it's possible to live like that? Do you? I just can't handle the normalness of it, you know? The suburban righteousness and sanctimoniousness. It's all bullshit!"

"I know, babe. We've gotta get out of here. Just pack our bags and hit the road."

"Yeah, you're right. Let's do it. Come here, sugar."

Lola watched Lead Actor and Lead Actress mash their lips together while keeping their faces pointed to camera. Their skill at always being front and center, no matter the scene, never ceased to amaze her. She tried not to drop the boom mic as the usual nausea crept up her throat. They slobbered and petted their way to the bed with Lola and the camera crew staying close until the director yelled, "Cut!"

Five takes later, the make-out session was over and they had moved outside the house to shoot the final scene. Lola sat on the porch, trying not to smoke her second cigarette of the day. It was already an improvement over yesterdays' three cigarettes by lunchtime, but she had a feeling the yard scene might top that.

Suddenly, one of the extras charged across the lawn. She was smiling and clutching a white cloth in her fist. Just behind her was Lead Actor. He, too, was laughing and, it seemed, shirtless. Lola watched the extra fall to the ground so that she could be caught and the white t-shirt reclaimed. Now they both rolled around in the grass as the grips stepped over them to prep the next scene. Lola lit another American Spirit.

"Hey, Jake!" Lead Actor called out when he saw the director step outside. "I've got a brilliant idea. What if we do an homage to Seven here, you know? He's looking for her and he can't find her, but he finds a box. And so he start's saying, 'What's inside? What's inside the box?'"

"Brilliant, man." Jake smiled and squeezed Lead Actor's shoulders. "Fucking brilliant. This is going to kill at Cannes."

Lola lit a third cigarette with the second.