Post by Nate Nytro on May 7, 2006 2:06:39 GMT -5
(The scene opens at a local diner. We are seeing Nate Nytro for the first time in years, sitting at a booth. His red hair is shorter than it use to be, as he has taken on a more docile appearance. He’s wearing a black dress shirt and khaki pants. Sitting across from him is his travel agent, Rich. He is feverishly negotiating travel breakdowns on his cell phone. Nate is unfazed by his screaming and ranting business partner; he continues to quietly and robotically butter his toast.)
Rich: No I will NOT hold!
(Nate, alarmed by Rich’s frantic scream, breaks his toast. He grabs another slice from the center table and begins to butter it.)
Rich: Look, when your capable of returning luggage to its owners, you can consider flying talent like Nytro to his destination.
(Rich hangs up the phone, shaking his head. He slips it into his pocket, and then looks at Nate…void of expression, and still buttering his toast.)
Rich: Shouldn’t you be…training or something?
(Nate Nytro ignores his business partner, continuing to butter his toast.)
Rich: Look…I know you let a lot of people down last time…and lost the respect of the fans…and irreparably damaged your reputation…and gained a bad report with the WCF staff and stars…
(Nate Nytro snaps his piece of toast…he grabs another off the center plate and begins buttering that one)
Rich: …all things considered, why sulk anymore? The best time to fix a mistake is now. Don’t let it define your career. The fans, they’ll forgive you, and Seth will surely give credit to a refreshed outlook on the business.
(Nate continues to methodically butter his new piece of toast. Rich just sighs.)
Rich: Fine…I’ll be out in the car when you’re ready to go.
(Rich gets up and drops a 20 dollar bill on the table. He picks up his dress jacket and walks away. Nate doesn’t give his departure a glance. After a moment, he stops buttering and takes in a deep breath. He returns to his task, only to break his new piece of toast.)
Nate Nytro: God damn it!
(Frustrated, he grabs another slice and a new butter packet. The view zooms out and fades away.)
Rich: No I will NOT hold!
(Nate, alarmed by Rich’s frantic scream, breaks his toast. He grabs another slice from the center table and begins to butter it.)
Rich: Look, when your capable of returning luggage to its owners, you can consider flying talent like Nytro to his destination.
(Rich hangs up the phone, shaking his head. He slips it into his pocket, and then looks at Nate…void of expression, and still buttering his toast.)
Rich: Shouldn’t you be…training or something?
(Nate Nytro ignores his business partner, continuing to butter his toast.)
Rich: Look…I know you let a lot of people down last time…and lost the respect of the fans…and irreparably damaged your reputation…and gained a bad report with the WCF staff and stars…
(Nate Nytro snaps his piece of toast…he grabs another off the center plate and begins buttering that one)
Rich: …all things considered, why sulk anymore? The best time to fix a mistake is now. Don’t let it define your career. The fans, they’ll forgive you, and Seth will surely give credit to a refreshed outlook on the business.
(Nate continues to methodically butter his new piece of toast. Rich just sighs.)
Rich: Fine…I’ll be out in the car when you’re ready to go.
(Rich gets up and drops a 20 dollar bill on the table. He picks up his dress jacket and walks away. Nate doesn’t give his departure a glance. After a moment, he stops buttering and takes in a deep breath. He returns to his task, only to break his new piece of toast.)
Nate Nytro: God damn it!
(Frustrated, he grabs another slice and a new butter packet. The view zooms out and fades away.)
