Lightning AirForce, My Raptors
Honouring my dream. otherwise it evaporates.
SCENE:
Night, old family room, we are four people. The big windows facing east are huge. Thunderstorm. Loud noises. I’m the only one looking out. I look out for strange UFO lights, and although i don’t see it I exclaim that I do; when a few fighter jets zoom out of the horizon. One purposefully comes really close. Small electric charges outside the window. M.R opens its and wants to touch it when I intervene because it is dangerous and I explain;
SCENE:
M.R’s house. (unknown location). I am with these people: another (fan girl) and a guy at his house (starts in my old bedroom). Attitude: reclusive. Feeling: i don’t like thinking that they/he thinks that I am a ‘silly’ ‘fan’. I know that I know something that only he knows. I don’t intend to ‘brag’ and directly contact him. The right thing to happen first is for him to realise this. Reclusive.
SCENE:
M.R and I are exiting to a night garden, canopied garage. The scene behind us made him realise; and he noticed me. (vague short scene in unknown living room). We are coming out, in the midst of laughter, and excitement for being together alone. I felt the muscles of sweet laughter in my eyes and face. We are walking towards some destination. A few steps and we stop. Standing close in front of eachother. It feels right that he is that much taller, like a protector. We fall silent, still smiling. I raise my eyes to look at his look to my right quickly and say something or other about dinosaurs. (I blurt it out like the UFO earlier. Involuntarily.)
I hear a sound. In my mind i see a group of them in the bushes to the right. I say there are dinosaurs here. I hear the sound again and I know I am telling him something that he does not know or could comprehend because he can’t hear the sound. I now exclaim hysterically, excited and exhilarated. The feeling was exploding in my chest . They are mine.
M.R doesn’t say anything. He looks at me with a vacant expression and empty eyes and suddenly turns around and walks away. He picks up his pace and I exclaim out loud, to myself, Unbelievable. He is gone. I get a little scared and go in the same direction. The scene ends with police men appearing, asking me and the fan girl and the other guy for identification. Feeling: I am not like her. How dare they. Attitude: silent and cooperative.
