The moon hangs silently, indifferent, as I walk under the boughs of oak. The neat front yards and new luxury cars glisten wetly and all I can hear is the tink-tink-tinking of my dog's collar, and the shrill song of crickets punctuated but the occasional uprising of a passing car or an arguing couple. I walk and imagine people in the shadows, neither feeling afraid nor anxious. I want the invisible people to reveal themselves, step out under a street lamp and beckon me to walk into another world with them.
I am going to bring my visions into view of others with my film, I have the costumes designed mostly, with the help of Hannah, all I need to do is get out of school (I am desperate for my license, I have my grandfather's car, but without legal permission, I can't go where I need to, when I need to) gather materials (styrofoam, mud, grass, body paint, glue, fabric, etc...) and create these people, capturing it on a camera...
I need my license.
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