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Script draft for video production
(This is about half of the script It will also be evolving and be edited. Hadley is writing an equivalent second half. The third half will be shamefully ganked form somewhere, leaving the ending as a huge WTF moment.)
Scene 0: montage credits
[No voice-over]
Camera fades in on a view out a window over a sleeping body, through curtains out a window. Cut to an alarm clock: 8:58. Back to the sleeping body, which turns over. Eyes open for a moment, then close again.
Black for a moment, as the alarm clock beeps, then fade ...
Scene 1
[Shot: Figure with unstrung bow, seen in sillouette from inside the archery shed.]
VO: I don't have time for this. I shouldn't be out here.
[Series of fast shots: he strings the bow, hangs a quiver from his belt.]
VO: Once I leave here, I've got homework due after lunch [releases an arrow, shot of it hitting well below the target], a paper to finish - it was due yesterday - [another arrow, wide left], a presentation to give [arrow, wide right], colloquium, and grading hours to finish. [arrow, high]
[Cut to a desk, papers are piled everywhere, at least three different books are open.]
VO: I'm in four different classes, two plays,
[a wind blows from somewhere and scatters papers]
grading for another class, and on the archery team. There's not enough days in the week to devote to all of it,
[cut back to him outside, sun on his face, wind blowing his hair, staring off into the distance]
let alone anyone else.
[sudden barrage of shots, half a dozen different faces, no shot more than a quarter second. He pulls another arrow from his quiver and fits it to the string, bringing the bow up.]
You wouldn't know it to watch me,
[shot from behind as he draws the arrow back, the tension obvious in his back. Cut to front shot and he releases it, then shakes his hand and grimaces.]
but this is what I do to relax.
[synch sound, medium shot as he fits his last arrow]
"Come on - focus-"
[close shot along the shaft, toward the target. Two fast shots - the tip pulling through the clicker, and his fingers releasing. Close up shot of the target as this arrow finally hits gold.]
VO: [long shot from above, he pulls arrows from the target] It's getting late.
[long shot, he rides away on a bicycle] I hate Thursdays.
Scene 2
[He's at a computer, with half a dozen windows open.]
VO: Four to five pages, no outside sources. Ten pages, critical analysis using sources. Forty-five minutes. Three problems.
[He flips through one book, discards it, flips through another. He goes to a bookshelf and looks over the contents.]
VO: I don't understand half of what I'm writing about. I'm too busy trying to sift through the parts I do understand, and keeping them separate from one another.
[Cut to a wide angle shot, from below, of him in a narow aisle in the library, looking at the shelf, then back to the computer, his head in his hands.]
VO: In the time I have to do all this, I could do one thing fairly decently. I have four. [He looks at his watch, and shakes his head. Close shot of his hand grabbing his backpack.] On top of that, I have to be off book by Friday, [books come out of the bag, others go in] and have the sound board at rehearsals starting tonight. [the backpack zips closed]
Gotta go. [We see him out the door, closing it, leaving the lights on.] Wish I'd had time for lunch.
Scene 3
[Shot over his shoulder at notes, during a lecture.]
VO: This is my most important class, and I can barely stay awake.
[He digs in his backpack and puts a pad of paper on top of his notes, starting to scribble down words.]
The best I can do is try to work on something else, so at least I'm not losing time.
[He suddenly looks up, then guiltily looks at something under the pad of paper.]
I still miss details, though. Nothing has time to settle in as it should, and all the things I should be learning overlap and get confused with each other.
[cut again to the desk, with a breeze blowing all the papers away, then back to him in the lecture]
I know I should ask questions about what I don't understand. The problem is that I don't understand enough to formulate a question about it.
[close up of his face, he closes his eyes and shakes his head. Cut to his binder again, he closes it and puts it in his backpack.]
I need to get out of here. [Shot from outside the room as he walks out and down the hall] But I can't spare the time.
[Shot standing outside dining hall, he looks at it and shakes his head.] I've already used up my dining hall meals for the week. If I take books I can probably find time to eat off campus.
click
Scene 0: montage credits
[No voice-over]
Camera fades in on a view out a window over a sleeping body, through curtains out a window. Cut to an alarm clock: 8:58. Back to the sleeping body, which turns over. Eyes open for a moment, then close again.
Black for a moment, as the alarm clock beeps, then fade ...
Scene 1
[Shot: Figure with unstrung bow, seen in sillouette from inside the archery shed.]
VO: I don't have time for this. I shouldn't be out here.
[Series of fast shots: he strings the bow, hangs a quiver from his belt.]
VO: Once I leave here, I've got homework due after lunch [releases an arrow, shot of it hitting well below the target], a paper to finish - it was due yesterday - [another arrow, wide left], a presentation to give [arrow, wide right], colloquium, and grading hours to finish. [arrow, high]
[Cut to a desk, papers are piled everywhere, at least three different books are open.]
VO: I'm in four different classes, two plays,
[a wind blows from somewhere and scatters papers]
grading for another class, and on the archery team. There's not enough days in the week to devote to all of it,
[cut back to him outside, sun on his face, wind blowing his hair, staring off into the distance]
let alone anyone else.
[sudden barrage of shots, half a dozen different faces, no shot more than a quarter second. He pulls another arrow from his quiver and fits it to the string, bringing the bow up.]
You wouldn't know it to watch me,
[shot from behind as he draws the arrow back, the tension obvious in his back. Cut to front shot and he releases it, then shakes his hand and grimaces.]
but this is what I do to relax.
[synch sound, medium shot as he fits his last arrow]
"Come on - focus-"
[close shot along the shaft, toward the target. Two fast shots - the tip pulling through the clicker, and his fingers releasing. Close up shot of the target as this arrow finally hits gold.]
VO: [long shot from above, he pulls arrows from the target] It's getting late.
[long shot, he rides away on a bicycle] I hate Thursdays.
Scene 2
[He's at a computer, with half a dozen windows open.]
VO: Four to five pages, no outside sources. Ten pages, critical analysis using sources. Forty-five minutes. Three problems.
[He flips through one book, discards it, flips through another. He goes to a bookshelf and looks over the contents.]
VO: I don't understand half of what I'm writing about. I'm too busy trying to sift through the parts I do understand, and keeping them separate from one another.
[Cut to a wide angle shot, from below, of him in a narow aisle in the library, looking at the shelf, then back to the computer, his head in his hands.]
VO: In the time I have to do all this, I could do one thing fairly decently. I have four. [He looks at his watch, and shakes his head. Close shot of his hand grabbing his backpack.] On top of that, I have to be off book by Friday, [books come out of the bag, others go in] and have the sound board at rehearsals starting tonight. [the backpack zips closed]
Gotta go. [We see him out the door, closing it, leaving the lights on.] Wish I'd had time for lunch.
Scene 3
[Shot over his shoulder at notes, during a lecture.]
VO: This is my most important class, and I can barely stay awake.
[He digs in his backpack and puts a pad of paper on top of his notes, starting to scribble down words.]
The best I can do is try to work on something else, so at least I'm not losing time.
[He suddenly looks up, then guiltily looks at something under the pad of paper.]
I still miss details, though. Nothing has time to settle in as it should, and all the things I should be learning overlap and get confused with each other.
[cut again to the desk, with a breeze blowing all the papers away, then back to him in the lecture]
I know I should ask questions about what I don't understand. The problem is that I don't understand enough to formulate a question about it.
[close up of his face, he closes his eyes and shakes his head. Cut to his binder again, he closes it and puts it in his backpack.]
I need to get out of here. [Shot from outside the room as he walks out and down the hall] But I can't spare the time.
[Shot standing outside dining hall, he looks at it and shakes his head.] I've already used up my dining hall meals for the week. If I take books I can probably find time to eat off campus.
click