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| Where did I go wrong?; Frustration Sucks | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Jan 30 2005, 11:46 PM (53 Views) | |
| Elrick | Jan 30 2005, 11:46 PM Post #1 |
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*The camera does what it loves to do, fade on. Upon the screen is Elrick and Megan. There sitting outside a small café, the sign on the side of the building reading “Le petit Atelier de Café”. The camera zooms off Elrick and Megan’s figures to see the Wachovia Center. Elrick sits there, he looks disappointed with something. Megan on the other hand is sitting, diving her eyes into the menu. Elrick lets out a sigh.* Megan: Oh, they do French coffee! Elrick: Cool… *Megan looks over her menu. A concerned looks grabs into her face.* Megan: What’s wrong Hun? Elrick: Nothing… *Megan puts down the menu. A little black haired, beautiful women walks over, note pad in hand.* Waitress: What would yoo like Madame and sir? Megan: Hmmm… a Cappuccino please, what about you Hun? *Elrick stares into the days beautiful sky.* Megan: Hun? Waitress: Sir? Elrick: *Snapping out of his trance* Huh? What? Megan: What do you want? Elrick: Nothing… *The waitress rips off the order, she smiles as she walks into the café. Megan looks at Elrick, concern on her face.* Megan: Tell me what’s wrong… Elrick: I’m fine, just little distracted. Megan: With? Elrick: Lots of things, it doesn’t matter… honest… *Elrick tries to crack a smile, Megan sees through it.* Megan: Don’t lie to me… Elrick: Look, I’m just pissed off with this whole Sam/Torrie/me thing, I’ve tried my hardest to beat them all, I have beat Torrie over and over again, but Sam fucking beat me. NOW at the PPV, it’s me vs. those two assholes for Sam’s title, Baby, I need that title so bad, it’s what I need to get myself onto TNT! *Two people turn around, a man and a women. Megan flashes them a look of “fuck off” they turn back to each other.* Elrick: When I was on slam! You, me and Simon had loads of fun. Now it’s all me being frustrated or depressed and honestly, it’s pissing me off endlessly. I just want something I have been due for years. *Megan places a arm on her man’s tall, strong shoulder. Elrick just sighs.* Elrick: Look here comes your cappuccino, I’ll sort my anger out in training baby, I promise. Megan: You sure? *Elrick nods as Megan. She smiles then the waitress places the cappuccino on the table, the camera fades as Megan begins to drink her cappuccino. Mmmm and Elrick goes to get a drink. Fade.* |
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