you’re walking through the streets of Los Angeles, enjoying the sights,
admiring the buildings. This is only the second time you’ve visited, but
somehow you already know your way around. Somehow, it feels like home already. You’re
wearing this shirt because it’s laundry day, and you walk into a bookstore to
get a quick break from the heat. You find yourself wandering through the
bookshelves, past the science section, and end up on the music row- cause,
that’s right where the air conditioner is. I mean, you’re definitely NOT used
to this kind of heat.
your peripheral vision, you see a guy in a leather jacket leafing through a
book, but he’s all the way at the other end, so you rest your head against the
cool shelf and pretend he’s not there. You’ve just closed your eyes when you
hear him chuckle and set down the book. You count four, six footsteps.
“Hey, I like
your shirt” he says.
your eyes to see his boots, still exhausted from the weather, and laugh. “Oh,
thank you ve-”
vanishes and your eyes widen further than you thought possible as surprise
steals your face from you. You blink a few times, certain the heat’s caused you
“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
something! Oh my god, dude, just say something- it’s Ryan freaking Ross.
Panicking, (haha, panicking) you hold your hand up, look at it for a second,
and take a breath as you extend it toward him with a questioning look.
He smiles, and
shakes your hand. “Cat got your tongue?” He seems to be very amused that you’re
reason, you’re brain still isn’t quite working properly yet, but your mouth
starts running anyway. “Oh, I hope not. I’ve had enough claws in my face to
last a lifetime.” Your laugh isn’t forced, but it’s definitely a teeny bit
nervous. You both smile, and suddenly the fog around your head disappears, and
you take your hand back (regretfully).
about that- it must have been the heat or something…”
It’s a lame
excuse, and totally transparent to the both of you. Meh. Apparently it’s the
best you can do.
You tell him
your name, and make small talk about the books. He’s picked up some music
books, a couple of biographies- The Beatles, and a book of photography, filled
exclusively with pictures of musical instruments, as well as a history of the
piano. On the topic of music, you can’t help but finally blurt out what an
honor it is to meet him, and how his writing is probably the most beautiful
stuff you’ve ever read. He shows you a few (actually, several, but you don’t
mind one bit) pictures of Dottie, and you tell him about your cat.
The both of
you sit down for coffee in the bookstore, and have a great time. The afternoon
heat soon turns into evening sunset, and you realize the both of you have been
talking for hours. He says he should get going, and you ask if he wants to get
coffee another time- you’ve got a funny story about your cat that he just HAS to hear. The relief when he
agrees is phenomenal and you both exchange phone numbers, texting each other right there,
to make sure it works.
exit onto the street, going separate directions, and he waves a goodbye. As you
walk farther from the book shop, there’s a smile on your face when you realize
you’re not just a fan anymore- you’re a friend.
Maybe laundry day isn’t such a bad thing, after
Panic Marci’s friends drag her out dancing, but her anxiety gets the better of her.
My third year SVA film!! I worked super hard on this one, I hope you enjoy! Music by Cooper Goodwin (@gooseworxmusic) Thanks to my awesome friends, family, teachers, and classmates for supporting and encouraging me along the way! and thanks for watching!