Pon De Floor by Major Lazer



Days like this makes you want to sleep and eat and swing on swings.

I still don't know what to write about in my scene for screenwriting. I don't know what to shoot for my cinema production class. Perhaps, I'm over-thinking all of this. I'll try to spit a scene out now.

FADE IN

EXT. Transit Station. Twilight.

TRENT strolls across the sidewalk as he looks behind him. He stops, turns completely, and squints at the arriving bus. The bus pulls in towards to curb. He turns around dismissing the bus.

Trent hears a ringing noise. He slips his hands into his left jean pocket. People turn their heads to his direction. Trent quickly pulls a cellphone out of the same pocket. He glanced at the phone. The name "Francis" appears on the display screen of his phone. In seconds, he ignores the phonecall.

Another bus drives through the street. The lights of the bus catches Trent's eyes causing him to raise his occupied hand to cover his face. Trent turns around and stands in the line of waiting future passengers of this bright bus. The cellphone slides from Trent's hand into his left jean pocket. He closes his eyes. Trent takes a deep breath.

FADE OUT

That was horrible!