Friday, May 29, 2009

FWAH: Episode 5 Page 3

*Theme Music*

Suzi walks to the curb and looks once more at Gilbert. “Is there anything I can say to change your mind?”
Their eyes meet, he gives her a little grins and shakes his head, “No. I appreciate your concern. I’ll be fine.” He notes her hesitation, “Don’t worry about me. Go have fun.” The door opens behind him, “Your dates are here.”
She rolls her eyes at him and grabs the taxi door sliding in to the front seat.

Gilbert stands on the sidewalk seeing them off to their night of dancing at Club Dante. Glancing over his shoulder he listens to their approach, he says nothing to Brandon when he intentionally shoulders past him to the waiting taxi. The only sign that he even noticed was the brief narrowing of Gilbert’s eyes. Danny pauses beside him, without glancing over at him and nods towards the taxi. “He’s different.”

“There is something off with him. I don’t get this sudden change…”
Danny gives Gilbert a concerned look, “I do… or at least I think I do.” He pauses as he collects his thoughts, “At first I thought it was just at the dinner… I think its more. Since you’re home alone… kinda…”
Gilbert nods, “I’m way ahead of you… that’s how I’ll be spending my night… watch him.” Gilbert pats him on the shoulder, “Take care of our girl.”
“You bet.” Danny gives him a parting grin, and heads to join the others in the waiting taxi.

The camera comes to focus inside the club. They’re inside a dimly lit room with blaring music. The song is coming to an end as they stand around checking out the scene. Danny had gone to request a song, leaving the other two alone for the moment.
Brandon leans towards Suzi in order to be heard over the music, “Do you want a drink?”
Suzi gives him a big smile and shakes her head, “I will later.” The next song has started, the music starts and Suzi squeals, “I love this song.”
Laughing happily, she joins in a smustle.

Hey I’m your life
I’m the one who takes you there
Hey I’m your life
I’m the one who cares
They, They betray
I’m your only true friend now
They, They’ll betray
I’m forever there

I’m your dream, make you real
I’m your eyes when you must steal
I’m your pain when you can’t feel
Sad but true

I’m your dream, mind astray
I’m your eyes while you’re away
I’m your pain while you repay
You know it’s sad but true, sad but true

You, You’re my mask
You’re my cover, my shelter
You, You’re my mask
You’re the one who’s blamed
Do, Do my work
Do my dirty work, scapegoat
Do, Do my deeds
For you’re the one who’s shamed

I’m your dream, make you real
I’m your eyes when you must steal
I’m your pain when you can’t feel
Sad but true

I’m your dream, mind astray
I’m your eyes while you’re away
I’m your pain while you repay
You know it’s sad but true,sad but true

I'm your dream,
I'm your eyes,
I'm your pain

I'm your dream
I'm your eyes
I'm your pain

You know it's sad but true

Hate, I’m your hate
I’m your hate when you want love
Pay, Pay the price
Pay for nothing’s fair

Hey, I’m your life
I’m the one who took you there
Hey, I’m your life
And I no longer care

I’m your dream, make you real
I’m your eyes when you must steal
I’m your pain when you can’t feel
Sad but true

I’m your truth, telling lies
I’m your reasoned alibis
I’m inside open your eyes
I’m you

Sad but true

The camera fades to commercial

FWAH: Episode 5 Page 2

*Theme Music*

The music continues to play as we find ourselves watching the back door of the farmhouse. The men step out wordlessly through the open door towards the awaiting chess tables placed on the deck.

Walking single file in a procession they approach their assigned chess tables and take a seat, the music fades to sounds of birds singing, chess pieces being placed and a random car driving past the front of the house.

“Dudes, you guys are totally killing me. I can’t stand this silent treatment any more. I didn’t do anything to deserve this. So get over yourselves already and say something.” Danny’s frustration clearly showing as he loudly places a moved piece.
Brandon clears his throat as if to say something, changing his mind and keeps quiet. Gilbert sighs rather loudly, “Listen. She knows… okay? Well, sort of. She introduced herself to Suzi this morning when the tv station had her come to clean the kitchen after…” he let the rest of the sentence fade unsaid.
Brandon growls, “After? After what Gilbert?”
Gilbert shrugs his broad shoulders, “After your incident with breakfast.”

“Dude, I won!” Danny applauds himself in his excitement.
Gilbert chuckles, “Grats.”
Brandon shakes his head, “You’re playing yourself. Of course you won. Who else could win?”
Undaunted, Danny beams proudly, “Ya but I won. That was way cool. I didn’t know I could play.”
Brandon scoffs, “You are so weird, Danny.”

Danny cleans up his pieces, sits, contemplates and starts a new game. “Hey. I won.” Danny looks up at Gilbert and grins huge, “That is so cool.”
Brandon shakes his head. “You’re both idiots.”
Gilbert laughs, “No we’re not. It’s a game… lighten up or you’re gonna have an aneurism.”

The longer they play the more intense Brandon becomes, the more relaxed Gilbert becomes and the happier Danny becomes. “Man, I’m digging this game.”
Gilbert grins and starts a new game. Brandon can be heard scoffing in the back. All eyes move towards the green house as a cell phone suddenly rings.

The camera pans towards Suzi who seems to be enjoying her conversation for a change, “How have you been?” She listens to the voice on the other end of the phone and laughs, her laughter dancing in the stillness around her. Other than a few well placed ‘mhms’, ‘ohs’ and ‘rights’ the conversation appears to be rather one sided. Her eyes widen considerably and she begins pacing, her voice lowers as she stumbles for a response.

“Seriously, now isn’t a good time.” She sighs softly and tries again, “Well, it could be because we’re still in the middle of taping the show and all of Simerica can hear me… other than that I can’t imagine why I wouldn’t want to discuss my personal life right at this exact moment.”
She stops her pacing and looks at the phone for a minute and puts it back to her ear. “You’re joking right?” She shakes her head as she listens, then bursts out in laughter. “Leave it to you to twist things to your favor. Fine, but if this backfires I blame you!” She listens briefly and takes a deep breath.
She glances at the camera crew and turns her back on them in order to talk more privately or at least to give her a feeling of privacy. “I can’t do it.” She shakes her head listening, “I know he deserves it, but I just can’t… it feels too childish. I’ll call you when all this is over.” She throws a glance towards the chess tables, “We’ll do dinner or something… no, I won’t let you cook. Some things don’t change regardless of what you claim.” She listens for a bit more, her face relaxed, her tension gone once more, “Give him a hug for me and congrats… lets hope the baby looks like him.”

The guys had been quietly eavesdropping on the one sided conversation as much as possible. They each start playing more rapidly as they realize her conversation is over. The back door closes, Brandon looks through the window watching her, “Interesting…”
Danny shrugs, “Dude if she doesn’t want to talk about it… you can’t make her.”
Brandon harrumphs ignoring the other two, the only sound from Gilbert is the sound of his chess pieces being manipulated across the board.

Suzi’s voice can be heard from inside the house as she calls to them through an open window, “Hey guys, the studio sent over some pizza… I suppose they’re still trying to make up for the fire.”
The guys clean up their individual tables and get up to stretch their legs and eat.
“I can’t feel my legs, how am I supposed to go dancing if I can’t feel my legs?”
Gilbert shrugs, “Don’t go… I’m not.”

Danny stares at Gilbert’s retreating back as if he couldn’t believe what he just heard. “You’re ‘not’ going?” He reaches out and grabs hold of his shoulder to stop him from walking away. “Dude, that is a serious mistake. You should so go. I mean, its part of the competition… you don’t go… you don’t get to spend time with Suzi…”
Brandon grins triumphantly, “That’s okay… don’t go… we don’t need you to have a good time.”
Danny shakes his head and lets go of his shoulder. Gilbert gives him a half smile, “Just take care of her… okay?” They both look as the smug Brandon walks in to the house, “And watch him…”

The screen fades to black as the theme music is heard fading to commercial.

Episode 5: Final Three

*Theme Music*

The music fades as it tends to do, Lynn looks contemplatively at the unseen audience. She appears uneasy, as if unsure what to say or do. “Last episode was rather… interesting.” She looks down at her hands as she folds them neatly before her, “Our competitors in public for the first time was a near fiasco, although I admit it is good for ratings… not necessarily so great for our dear farmer.” Her slender shoulders shrug slightly as her mood visibly lightens, her bright smile once more adorning her face, any apprehension she may have felt clearly gone.
“Our last three remaining competitors will work up their skills and logic, our farmer will be preparing herself for another outing with the men… this time for a bit of fun on the dance floor. Our very own local ‘dance’ spot, while utterly unacceptable for this competition, has gracefully suggested another venue for us. I’m sure our men will be disappointed to hear they will not be dancing at the Randy Lady tonight.” Lynn’s eyes dance with humor as she laughs with the audience. “Oh I do apologize to those unfamiliar with our small town, we have but one ‘dance club’… or more accurately, a gentlemen’s club, if you will.” She leans a bit towards the camera as if to ‘whisper’ to the audience, “On the other hand, watching the contestants strip for our farmer would be much more entertaining!”
“The competition is wrapping up, only two more competitions and we’ll have a winner. I’ve enjoyed sharing this experience with you, our devoted audience and hope the next season will be just as entertaining. I’m Lynn Genet this season’s host to Farmer Wants… and it is time to join them down on the farm.”

The audience finds themselves once more in the farmhouse kitchen, this time following Brandon as he makes his way towards the refrigerator oblivious to the camera following him as he mutters to himself.
“Eggs, eggs, eggs… man that sounds nasty today… pancakes… ya that works, I don’t think I can stand the smell of eggs right now.”
He opens the refrigerator, pulls out eggs, milk and butter placing them on the counter. He reaches under the counter to the cabinet below and pulls out a bowl.

The camera pulls back to show our farmer sitting patiently at the table waiting for breakfast as the others come to join her.
“Good morning, Gorgeous!” Danny beams at her as he pulls a chair out for himself. His eyes narrow a bit as he glances behind him at Brandon in the kitchen, “Is it smart to let the man make breakfast for us?”
Suzi giggles at him and smiles at them both, “Good morning to you, handsome mortal. He insisted he could do this. I didn’t have the heart to tell him no.” She looks at the silent Gilbert, concern written clearly on her face, “Good morning, Gilbert.”
He gives her his lopsided grin, “Good morning.”
They all look up with concern towards the kitchen as soft swearing can be heard in the background. “Maybe I should help him…” Suzi excuses herself and walks towards the kitchen just as her phone rings.

Danny glances at Gilbert, “What are you waiting for?” Gilbert stares at him blankly, “Dude, have you told her about the maid?” He watches his face for a reaction, noting the lack of response he continues, “Look, I dig this chick. She’s a sweetheart… and if I had an ace up my sleeve like you do, I’d totally play it.” He shrugs lightly, “but hey, don’t tell her… it’s better for me and Brandon if you don’t.”
Gilbert sits quietly, his face not slipping from its mask of indifference simply shrugs noncommittally. Suzi’s voice can be heard softly speaking on the phone to what one can only guess to be a solicitor from what can be heard on her half of the conversation. More cursing can be heard behind them in the kitchen as the level escalates to near hysteria.

“Crap! Oh crap, Oh crap, Oh crap! Suzi! Where did you say that fire extinguisher is?” Brandon backs away from the stove fire, frantically looking around for the fire extinguisher. The kitchen quickly fills with the horrid stench of smoke and burned food, his eyes burn and he begins coughing.

His hands in his hair as he pulls at it in panic, his voice still near hysterics, “Oh crap what did I do?” He mutters to himself again and again.
From seemingly out of nowhere, Suzi is at his side, fire extinguisher in hand, she calmly takes over and works to extinguish the flames. “Brandon, back up. I need room to work…. Brandon! Snap out of it!”
Gilbert’s voice can be heard off screen calmly speaking to the authorities, an audible beep can be heard as he gives the address to the farmhouse. Danny’s heavy footsteps can be heard running towards the door, “I’ll look for the fire truck!”

Once more Suzi’s voice cuts through the commotion, “Brandon! Snap out of it and move back.” An audible ‘fwoosh’ can be heard as the flames engulf the range fully. “Gilbert!”
Danny can be heard returning only to be stopped at the front door by a fireman. “Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to wait outside.”
Gilbert is instantly by her side, ready to take over the fire extinguisher. She hands it off to him, “I have to cut the gas before the house blows, that’s a gas range!”
Gilbert simply nods, his full concentration on containing the flames, “Go! Suzi, don’t come back in the house… stay outside. Brandon… Brandon! Gods you’re useless.”
Suzi’s considerably lighter footsteps than Danny’s can be heard running off towards a door. Gilbert and the fireman work diligently to contain the fire.

Brandon’s hysteria can be heard as the crackling of the fire appears to be more under control than earlier.
Grudgingly Danny stays outside to be joined by Suzi. He slips a comforting arm around her and gives her a squeeze. “Don’t worry. It’s under control.”
Suzi blinks rapidly and stares up at Danny her eyes searching his. She looks towards the door as Gilbert comes jogging out with a very upset Brandon over the shoulder of a fireman.
Gilbert smirks as the fireman plants Brandon on the grass. “The fire appears to be out. We’re checking for damage and any hot spots, we’ll let you know as soon as it is safe to reenter the building… I take it this was a cooking fire?”
Gilbert looks at the frazzled Suzi and nods at the fireman, “Yes, sir. I believe those are pancakes you’ll find some where fried to the range.”
The fireman nods and goes back in to the house. As the screen fades it focuses one last time on Brandon as he sits on the grass, an oxygen mask held over his mouth by an EMT.

The camera is focused in the backyard, peering through the greenhouse walls Suzi can be seen pulling weeds and tending the crops. The quiet fills the air, the tension is tangible, the stress clearly evident as she rips the weeds forcibly from the ground.

The guys walk solemnly towards the greenhouse in order to assist Suzi, no words are spoken between the men. They just file out one by one on their way to do the morning chores.

Brandon stops momentarily at the door and stares at Suzi. Sheepishly he slips in and begins working. Danny clears his throat, giving Brandon a ‘look’ and nodding towards Suzi. Brandon shakes his head miserably and continues working.

Danny gives Brandon a look of disappointment and disgust. He walks to Suzi and gives her a hug. His strong arms around her he looks in to her eyes. “How are you holding up?” She gives him a weary smile, “I’m okay… really… you can stop worrying. Besides, the studio is going to give me a new range and fix any damage. Heck I may get a new kitchen out of this.”
Danny chuckles and kisses her forehead. “If you need someone to talk to, you know I’m here for you.”
She wraps her arms around his waist and gives him a hug. “Thanks Danny.”

The screen fades to black as the theme music is heard fading to commercial.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

FWAH: Episode 4 Page 6

*Theme Music*

The view comes in to focus as we watch the front door, the anticipation of the leaving contestant rises, footsteps are head approaching the door. The handle turns and it is pushed open.

James steps out of the door hesitantly at first, he looks behind him, shakes his head and heads towards the stairs and the waiting car.

He walks down the stairs, his head down, not meeting the view of the camera. The only sound is the sounds of his shoes and a quick clearing of his throat as he passes the camera.

Lynn’s sultry voice can be heard off screen, “It’s a pleasure to see you again, James.”
James grunts and raises an eyebrow, “Forgive my sarcasm and cruelty, but it isn’t nice to see you again.”
“Well that is understandable. To see me again requires you to be removed from the house.”
James nods in agreement, “Exactly. Though I have to say I thought I’d be seeing you sooner.” You can see him relax a bit, accepting his removal from the home.

“Sooner? Why is that?”
James gives a lopsided grin, “Well when I ended up with zero fish, I’m sure most of the audience was surprised to see me still around. I mean, heck I was pretty surprised too. Grateful, just surprised.”
“Yes you have had a rough time of this competition.”
James chuckles, “You have no idea.”

“Mind elaborating?”
James runs a hand over his hair and contemplates his words, “Well…” he takes a deep breath while absent mindedly scratching his arm, “You see… before coming here, I was… am… a repo man.” He pauses for a reaction, getting none he feels confident in continuing, “Now keep in mind, not all repo men are ruthless, while I admit I did have to reposes some things I’m not too proud of, it was just a job. Always just a job for me.”
“I’m afraid I’m not seeing the connection…”
James looks at her, eyes wide, “These guys are ruthless! Cutthroat, backstabbing, out for the kill.” He shakes his head, “I think I’m too mellow for my line of work and for this competition.”

The house is unusually quiet. The bed creaks softly, the sound of a toilet some where flushes, Danny rolls over and stares out the window in to the dark night.

Gilbert sighs as he pulls the covers back. He sits on the bed for a while thinking. He stares at his bare feet in contemplation. A toilet flushes some where on the other side of his door, and he shakes himself from his thoughts. Climbing in to bed, he pulls the blankets around him, turning his back to the camera.

Suzi sits at her vanity staring at her hands neatly folded before her. She had scrubbed her face clean of the lipstick and make up, put her hair back up in its usual bun. Back to her comfortable self she takes a moment to reflect over the evening. No sound is heard until yet another flush of a toilet upstairs, she wipes a stray tear with the back of her hand.

Quietly Suzi slips in to her soft bed, pulling the blankets up over her shoulders. She reaches over and turns off the bedside lamp, sighing softly in the darkness.

Brandon sits heavily on his bed, swinging his legs in to bed in one sweeping move. Fussing until he’s comfortable he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.
Danny lifts himself on to one elbow and looks at Brandon, “I hear it helps to put one foot on the ground.”
Brandon sighs, “I’m fine.”
Danny shakes his head and gets comfortable once more.

The screen fades, the theme music plays and the credits begin rolling:

Day 4
Brandon Zackery - 4 skills, 2LB, crush, BF 158+20+10+20+20=228
Danny Williams - 4 skills, 2LB crush,BF 154+20+10+20+20=224
Gilbert Portis - 4 skills, 3LB, crush 152+20+10+30=212
James Zamora - 4 skills, 2LB, crush 139+20+10+20=189

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Wednesday, May 20, 2009

FWAH: Episode 4 Page 5

*Theme Music*

Coming from the commercial break the audience finds they’re still at the restaurant. Brandon is on one knee before the lovely farmer, who appears to be stunned. Neither of them seems to notice the negative affect this behavior is having on one of the other contestants. The sound of Brandon’s voice is heard over the restaurant patrons as he loudly professes his love and devotion to Suzi.
Gilbert’s hands are in a fist as he holds them to his side, his teeth clenched as his anger boils within him. His eyes flash towards Danny as he announces the taxi has arrived. Clenching and unclenching his fists, Danny and Gilbert face off silently. His brow furrows, he sighs and turns to walk away. Danny exhales in relief.

Brandon fumbles his attempt to stand, staggering forward a bit taking Suzi by surprise. Regaining his composure, Brandon grins sheepishly.
Suzi hesitates wondering what prompted this display, all the right words, but did she feel the same way? “Thank you for sharing that with me, that was very sweet.”
Gilbert grunts his disapproval as he walks down the steps.
“It was my pleasure… I have to warn you though. I plan to win. I will spend the rest of my days… days… weeks… no, no, years proving this to you,” Brandon bows deeply as Suzi giggles.
Danny watches as things unfold, hesitantly he places a hand on her elbow, “Lady Siren, it is time to depart.”
Suzi rewards him with one of her brilliant smiles, “Thank you, Danny.”

Danny quickly makes his way to Brandon’s side, his voice low, his tone urgent, “Dude, watch yourself. Keep clear of Gilbert tonight, let him cool off… seriously.”
Brandon looks at him confused, “Why?”
“Something just snapped in him, you weren’t paying much attention but if you could have seen the look on his face…”
Brandon pauses to look at Danny, “I’m not afraid of him.”

Brandon pauses at the top of the stairs and watches quietly the retreating back of Gilbert. Brandon’s eyes narrow momentarily as he tries to ‘read’ Gilbert by his movements, shoulders rigid, looking straight ahead stiffly. He snorts, a cocky smile placed on his lips, he raises his head as if in triumph and makes his way to the waiting taxi.

Suzi walks a bit slower, her mind racing, her stomach in knots, something wasn’t right and her steps stagger slightly. One hand on her tummy she looks at the van with uncertainty.
James straggles behind the others, enjoying the sudden popularity. He grins at some, waves at the kids, thanks the staff as he makes his way to the taxi.

Standing at the taxi, she notes a pained, no angered, maybe stressed… she isn’t sure what is going on with Gilbert. She reaches a hand out as Brandon miscalculates the curb and bumps in to the back of the taxi. “Oh!”
Brandon waves her off. “No harm. I’m fine. I’m fine.”
James opens the front passenger door and holds it open for Suzi. Gratefully she slides in to her seat and folds her dress in so he can close the door. She leans her head back on the headrest and closes her eyes, listening to the quiet hum of the engine.

Once more the audience finds itself back at the familiar farmhouse. Standing in the darkness Gilbert waves them off. “We’ll be in shortly. I just need to have a talk with Brandon.”
Danny hesitates before walking slowly towards the front door. “You sure?”
“Ya, I’m fine!” Brandon waves him off and Gilbert gives him a reassuring nod.
James stands at the front door, handle in hand unsure of the situation. He follows Suzi and Danny in to the house closing the door behind him.

Brandon starts in immediately, “Listen. You’re just sore you didn’t think about it first. Come on. Admit it. She’s crazy about me and you hate it. You don’t like the competition.”
Gilbert shakes his head slowly while Brandon speaks, allowing Brandon the time to say his piece. “Don’t you shake your head at me. I know. Mr. Control Freak. You don’t like losing. Well you’re gonna!”
Gilbert’s hands are clenching and unclenching as he holds on to his anger. “Brandon, you’re so messed up.”
Brandon blinks, “Am not.” His voice rising an octave.

Gilbert moves quickly as if to attack, Brandon instinctively flinches. Gilbert relaxes and stares at him. “How much?”
Brandon shakes his head, “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
Gilbert’s patience is wearing thin, his jaw clenching visibly, “How much did you drink?”
Brandon staggers back a step at this and shakes his head, “No, no… no, no… I don’t drink.”
Gilbert shakes his head, “Brandon, you’re wasted. Go sleep it off.”

Brandon mumbles under his breath as he walks to the door. He stops and spins around to face off with Gilbert once more, “I’m not afraid of you.”
Gilbert raises an eyebrow, “I never said you were.”
Confused Brandon starts off to the house once more.

The farmer and contestants are finally in the house, the camera zooms to the front door in preparation for this week’s contestant’s exit. The screen fades and darkens, the theme music begins for the commercial break.