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Karen Crider, Maximum Interest part 1
What I learned: The essence of this scene is to drive home the subject matter, which is doughnuts, and lead this subject into my protagonist’s life. I chose metaphor to highlight surprise, uniting a side attraction that drags in a more interesting setting. The first three pages are the grabber of any script. The place that sets the impetus for the story. I have re-written this scene numerous times, before I settled on this slant. Thanks.
HOW TO TRAIN YOUR TUTU
Karen Crider
FADE IN
EXT. TOWN OF GENOA, MINNESOTA-DAY
Within the lakes and woods of Minnesota, reclines a town where tourist’s travel for miles, searching for a fix for their doughnut-dependent-addictions; the chocolate monkey that squats their backs,
desperate for doughnuts: glazed, powdered, jellied; sweet to the palate, gooey to the touch –a seduction to the flesh.
The addicts follow their doughnut-dependent-scent like a blood hound, a fox: past Cub Foods, Syd’s Antiques, and even the post office where they read the sign: Genoa, MN. 56401.
In the early morning light, their vehicles whiz past the bleak, back alleys, the grottos of the accursed; the flop-houses of the forlorn;
eking out their subsistence inside the deep-dank cellars of the lost; groveling in desperation; those unable to halt the need that beckons the high.
One that becomes greater without a more powerful fix to remedy it; a withdrawal from the dregs of addiction; one that requires:
the chills, the shakes, the pain of it all, until desperation demands they sniff out their dealer, ignoring the police who already appear waiting in line;
they boldly enter the parking lot of, ARCHIE’S DOUGHNUT SHOP.
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