Post by petervaughn on Aug 19, 2017 18:07:27 GMT -5
My past is not what I wish it was. My future is still unclear.
Peter Vaughn steps into frame, the sunlight shining down from behind him to place shadows across his face.
But my present is in my control. I will make it sure it shines, so my future is bright.
The camera shifts to the right as Vaughn picks up a hose and sprays the car in front of him, an older Cadillac. Another man stands to the side watching while dusting himself off.
Vaughn: I didn’t think this was the kind of car President Dean was driving now. I’m not even sure he has a vehicle.
Man: Oh, yes, he loves this car, so make sure it’s spotless.
Vaughn: How does this help OCW?
Man: Trust me, don’t you want the President to be able to recruit the best young talent? He needs a clean ride.
Vaughn shakes his head but continues to soak the car, blasting it with water. At least it is exercise, something Vaughn needs to prepare for his match.
Vaughn: Do you know anything about the Uber Man?
Man: Other than that he is a stalker and a freak?
Vaughn: He doesn’t seem that bad. He wants to help the world and fight scum. I can’t blame him for that.
Man: He wants a paycheck same as the rest of us. Don’t buy into the hype, kid.
Vaughn finishes washing down the car, then gets the soapy brush. He has to put a few more coins into the machine.
Vaughn: Will President Dean reimburse me for this, too?
Man: Sure, kid, sure.
Vaughn: I know I will not let myself underestimate Uber… Man. I don’t care if he thinks I’m evil. No matter what he thinks, I have to defeat him. I’m not a joke anymore. I won’t let Dean down. I’m going to be a great star. I won’t allow any other outcome.
Vaughn’s phone goes off, so he stops scrubbing the tires.
Vaughn: Speak of the, err, president, and he calls. Hello, President Dean!
The man gulps and moves off as Vaughn talks on the phone.
Vaughn: Where am I? I’ve almost got your car cleaned, sir, so I’ll be back at the house in a… what? You didn’t… but then whose car… no, I understand, sir, I’m sorry. We’ll get that shipment picked up, don’t worry. Hello?
Vaughn looks at his phone, and then looks at the car he’s cleaning. He turns and sees that the man is now running down the street, with no plans on coming back. Vaughn faces the car, shaking his head. Frustration and anger flash across his face.
Vaughn: I’m not a joke anymore.
We cut to a shot of Vaughn walking towards where the sun is setting. Behind him, the camera moves to show the car still sitting in the car wash. The brush is now jammed through the windshield, and the hose is filling the car up with water. Fade to black.
Peter Vaughn steps into frame, the sunlight shining down from behind him to place shadows across his face.
But my present is in my control. I will make it sure it shines, so my future is bright.
The camera shifts to the right as Vaughn picks up a hose and sprays the car in front of him, an older Cadillac. Another man stands to the side watching while dusting himself off.
Vaughn: I didn’t think this was the kind of car President Dean was driving now. I’m not even sure he has a vehicle.
Man: Oh, yes, he loves this car, so make sure it’s spotless.
Vaughn: How does this help OCW?
Man: Trust me, don’t you want the President to be able to recruit the best young talent? He needs a clean ride.
Vaughn shakes his head but continues to soak the car, blasting it with water. At least it is exercise, something Vaughn needs to prepare for his match.
Vaughn: Do you know anything about the Uber Man?
Man: Other than that he is a stalker and a freak?
Vaughn: He doesn’t seem that bad. He wants to help the world and fight scum. I can’t blame him for that.
Man: He wants a paycheck same as the rest of us. Don’t buy into the hype, kid.
Vaughn finishes washing down the car, then gets the soapy brush. He has to put a few more coins into the machine.
Vaughn: Will President Dean reimburse me for this, too?
Man: Sure, kid, sure.
Vaughn: I know I will not let myself underestimate Uber… Man. I don’t care if he thinks I’m evil. No matter what he thinks, I have to defeat him. I’m not a joke anymore. I won’t let Dean down. I’m going to be a great star. I won’t allow any other outcome.
Vaughn’s phone goes off, so he stops scrubbing the tires.
Vaughn: Speak of the, err, president, and he calls. Hello, President Dean!
The man gulps and moves off as Vaughn talks on the phone.
Vaughn: Where am I? I’ve almost got your car cleaned, sir, so I’ll be back at the house in a… what? You didn’t… but then whose car… no, I understand, sir, I’m sorry. We’ll get that shipment picked up, don’t worry. Hello?
Vaughn looks at his phone, and then looks at the car he’s cleaning. He turns and sees that the man is now running down the street, with no plans on coming back. Vaughn faces the car, shaking his head. Frustration and anger flash across his face.
Vaughn: I’m not a joke anymore.
We cut to a shot of Vaughn walking towards where the sun is setting. Behind him, the camera moves to show the car still sitting in the car wash. The brush is now jammed through the windshield, and the hose is filling the car up with water. Fade to black.