Post by Speede on Jul 5, 2011 14:03:23 GMT -5
The scene opens on the outside of a rather elegant building, structured with an entranceway held up by two thick poles that portray somewhat the poles that hold up the Parthenon in Greece. The only things that keep the building from looking completely sixteenth-century-Greece in style are two pairs of double doors made of black frames and two glass panels a piece, and the fact that the outside of the building was a parking lot, that had scattered cars across it. The camera slowly turns around, showing the surrounding area; to one side, more buildings, much larger ones, stood amongst the parking lots; a mall; and on the other, there was a two-lane road going in and coming out, that turned about three-hundred feet down, and beyond that all that was visible was a forest of trees, and beyond that, the peaks of the mountains stood off in the distance.
As the camera turns and opens the door going into the restaurant, the shot of a couple walking up the sidewalk catches the focus of the camera. Walking toward the building are Roy Speede and Aubrey Summers, Roy wearing a white tee shirt with a Roy Speede logo on the front and blue jeans, and Aubrey in a gray top that showed off her flawless figure and black pants. Roy is carrying a gray hoodie in one hand, and has his other arm wrapped around Aubrey’s waist. As the approach the building, Roy opens the door for Aubrey, and actually lets the cameraman go inside as well, and then steps inside before opening the second of the two for Aubrey. The second door Roy lets the cameraman get for himself, and Aubrey and Roy are led to a table, one set for two, and Roy pulls Aubrey’s chair out for her, being a gentleman, before sitting in the chair opposite her. The camera sits across the walkway at a different table, and keeps focused on the couple.
Aubrey Summers: “Roy, I just want to say thank you. You’ve been such a nice guy to me ever since day one, and I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done.”
Roy Speede: “Of course, Aubrey... I just don’t think I’ve done enough for you.”
Aubrey Summers: “No, you have done everything you could for me; I know you are talking about the whole Kaylyn situation. I’ll be alright; If nothing else, I just need to let it run its course. She will probably leave me alone sooner or later.”
Roy Speede: “Kaylyn is still bothering you, and that’s enough for me to know I haven’t done everything I could for you. I know I can think of something. I just don’t want her to keep harassing you like this. It hasn’t gotten any worse, has it?”
Aubrey Summers: “It is getting worse every time I see her. I know it is only a matter of time before she really tries to hurt me... But do not worry about it. Really, if it gets to the point where I can’t take it, I’ll just leave the company and pursue a career elsewhere. There is no need to get yourself works up about it.”
Roy Speede: “No; I’m not going to let it get any worse. I saw what she did to you when you were first getting back to town, and that’s already way too much. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you in person, Aubrey. My plane back from Richmond got back a few hours after yours; I wasn’t there, and I’m sorry.”
Aubrey Summers: “Roy, it is alright, you don’t have to apologize. I understand. I...”
A waiter comes up to the table wearing black slacks and a white collared shirt with a black tie, notepad in hand. He was rather tall, and had short dark hair that looked similar to that of Brad Kane. Aubrey and Roy both turn their attention toward the waiter.
Waiter: “Good evening, my name is Eric, and I’ll be your server for the evening.May I get you two something to drink this evening?”
Aubrey Summers: “I would like a glass of chardonnay please.”
Eric the Waiter: “Would you like a glass of water as well?”
Aubrey Summers: “Please.”
Eric the Waiter: “And for you, sir?”
Roy Speede: “Just some water for me, please.”
Eric the Waiter: “Thank you. Your beverages will be out shortly.”
The waiter turns to walk away, and Aubrey and Roy look back at each other, looking into one another’s eyes for a moment before each of them opens one of the menus brought to the table by the gentleman that led them to their table.
Aubrey Summers: “As I was saying, you don’t have to apologize; you were out of town. I understand. It wasn’t as if I was expecting you there, either way.”
Roy Speede: “Thanks... But I really am disappointed in my efforts to help you. I’m going to have another talk with her; maybe we can work something out.”
Aubrey Summers: “I appreciate the offer, but you’ve really done all you could, and I’m grateful for it. Besides, spending time with you is really worth it. I think I would rather have to deal with Kaylyn and be able to date you than not being able to date you but being free from her.”
Roy Speede: “Aubrey, that’s so sweet. I... I really don’t know what to say; that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me. But to tell the truth, I’m no one special, aside from not being a big bad jerk like most of the guys in the WCF. You’re really the one who is special around here. I mean, you’re really smart, you have a great sense of humor, you’re incredibly talented in the ring, you’re by far the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met, and you’re by an even further margin the nicest. You’re a goddess, like Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty. If either of us is beyond the other’s league here, you’re way too good for me.”
Aubrey blushes; well, she didn’t just start to blush as he shut his mouth, she’d been blushing for most of the compliment Roy had given her, but it was completely obvious by now how flattered she was by the end of his comment. She takes a moment to regain her composure, and brushes some of the straying strands of hair from her face before replying.
Aubrey Summers: “Roy, you really... you really think that? Oh I can’t tell you how good it feels to actually have a gentleman with some respect for me around, and hearing you say that...“
Aubrey is cut off by the waiter, who brings Aubrey her wine in a fancy clear wine glass of fine quality, and two clear glasses of ice water, each one featuring a lemon wedge along the edge of the glass.
Eric the Waiter: “Alright, there we are, now are you ready to order, or would you like more time to look over the menu?”
Aubrey and Roy looked up at one another, and Aubrey nodded. Roy nodded back, and Aubrey turned to the waiter.
Aubrey Summers: “I think we’re ready. I would like the chicken scampi, please.”
Eric the Waiter: “Certainly miss. And for you, sir?”
Roy Speede: “Could I get the chicken pastachetti, please?”
Eric the Waiter: “Yes sir. I’ll go turn your orders in, and I’ll have your food out shortly.”
The two turn back toward one another as the waiter walks away, carrying the menus with him.
Aubrey Summers: “I’m not anywhere out of your league, Roy. You’re such a nice guy, I’m surprised neither of the other ladies got to you first.”
Roy Speede: “I do have a confession to make, Aubrey. Before you came to the WCF, I did go to lunch with Kaylyn one afternoon after we ran into one another at the gym. She seemed nice at the time, but I didn’t really like her at all; I honestly just figured it was a chance to learn a bit more about the competition around here, and didn’t take it to be anything more than just business. I made a good call, too, because I would’ve ended up breaking her heart the minute she started to mess with you. I can’t stand bullies, and with your beauty, I’d have left her just for a chance to go on a date with you.”
Aubrey Summers: “You had a date with her? Well, I guess that’s okay. It was before I made my debut. And besides, nothing happened, right?”
Roy Speede: “Nothing at all.”
Aubrey Summers: “Well, alright then. I guess I don’t mind. I’m glad you told me though; I wouldn’t want to find out the hard way.”
Roy Speede: “I’m not going to hide anything from you; if you want the truth, just ask me. I’ll tell you the truth about anything, Aubrey.”
Aubrey Summers: “If I ever need an answer, you’ll be the first person I talk to.”
Roy Speede: “That’s good to know. So anyway, how was your trip home?”
Aubrey Summers: “It was wonderful. It was really relaxing, and nice to be away from Kaylyn for a while, although I did miss you. My mom was asking about you, too, and I just told her about how...”
There is a loud pop, and then a fizzling sound that drowns out Aubrey’s speech, and the shot starts to show rather blurry and half-static-y as a droplet of liquid rolls down the lens of the camera. Something was spilled on the camera, either on purpose or on accident, that was frying the camera to pieces. The scene keeps fading further and further into obscurity with fizzling and popping and static-y electric-shock kind of sounds and more and more static filling the screen. The shot fades to black.
