diegetic (in the scene): singing, applause, talking, knock, shooting, fighting sounds, growling, music

non diegetic: (added to scene): bang at start, intense music

camera shots: mid, over shoulder/behind, long, close up (emotion), mid side, birds eye view

camera angles: level, low

camera movements: zoom, tracking, tilt, crane, follow

midlevel, zoom close up level, behind shot, over shoulder, mid shot, low angle, mid zoom, tracking, crane zoom, mid level, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, cut, tracking, follow low, slow,

 

 

crosscutting (two different scenes happening at once and seeing bit by bit)

starting with long lasting shots and making them shorter as you go)

Within the barriers of a destroyed world a lone car sits, enclosed by the ashes of my life. It waits patiently for the dead light to turn green, but nothing has been green since that day, I don’t even know if it still exists. Beneath this decaying bridge a cold hollow river corrodes the lifeless remains of a once inhabited city. It used to be my home, but now I don’t know what to call it. Lost deep in the clouds of the explosion a single crow who is searching for any sign of life, flies in silence upon the building. I know what that feels like, I have been doing the same for over six months now. Lingering in and around the building carcases a burnt smell contaminates the air, so strong I can almost taste it. A thick canopy of smog cloaks the parched city, untouched since the outbreak.

You’re probably wondering what i’m on about, so here’s how it went. After the disease struck nothing has been the same. The first death was in my home town on Friday 13 April 2091, then it spread. Everyone started dropping like flies, and I mean everyone the hospitals were crowded with dying souls, even the animals had caught the disease. No one could figure out what it was, or how to cure it. Then the government took charge and decided to bomb my city to stop the outbreak.

When they bombed everyone died, except me, at least that’s what I think. Information about the bomb was leaked just days before it hit, and as my whole family had already been lost to the disease I took cover. I was in an underground bunker when it hit and when I came out everything was demolished, gone, everyone, my family, my friends, everyone, wiped out. “You’re one of the lucky ones” my brother had said to me as his dying words, yet I still question that. I was the only lucky one and I was left in this city alone, abandoned, and crowded by the leftovers of my torn apart life. Everyday I see corpses staring back at me, there’s even days when I recognise them, burned and rotting, I hate those days.

I was one of the few immune to the disease, but I was the only one to survive both the outbreak and the bomb.  Each day I roam the streets in search for food and shelter, I was told those are the only things you need to survive, it seemed simple enough, but they never told me it would be this hard. I have explored over half the city, rummaging through the left overs of the detonation, yet I still have only found a limited amount of food. I guess that what you get when someone bombs your city. No one else out there knew I was here, alive, apart from me and the crow in the sky above.

 

The street that was strewn with litter was totally deserted.

He who was humming to himself walked down the middle of the street

The dark city, that was drowning in the water, died slowly. The citizens, who cried their last words, sunk down with it. the last lights, that reflected the deathly water, died.

Between the barriers a lone car sits, enclosed by the glum fog, waiting patiently for the frozen light to turn green. Beneath the extensively decaying bridge a cold grey river surrounds the remenants of the once inhabited city. Above, lost deep in the clouds of the explosion, a single pig flies in silence upon the building, searching for any sign of life. On the crumbling bridge vigilant soldiers await the unknown, prepared for battle. Within the caged building dust coats the lifeless factory, untouched since the war.

Between the barriers a lone car sits, enclosed by the glum fog, waiting patiently for the frozen light to turn green. Beneath the decaying bridge a cold grey river surrounds the remenants of the once inhabited city. Above, lost in the clouds of the explosion, a single pig flies upon the building searching for any sign of life. On the bridge vigilant soldiers await the unknown, prepared for battle. Within the caged building dust coats the lifeless factory, untouched since the war.

Shuffling down the corridor your heart begins to race. The familiar smell of hairspray lingers around you. You can feel the essence of the audience on the other side of the wall, applauding for the previous number. Every time you have been here you were in that transe. That transe of reciting over and over every single move you have practiced. Right now nothing is more important than this…  

Its show time.

Between the barriers a lone car sits, enclosed by the glum fog, waiting patiently for the light to turn green. Beneath the bridge a cold grey river surrounds the remenants of the once inhabited city. Above, lost in the clouds a single pig flies upon the building searching for any sign of life. On the bridge guards await the unknown, prepared for battle. Within the building dust coats the lifeless factory, untouched since the war.

Regret

That day will always haunt me. The day I chose my friend over my sister. I wish I could just transport myself back in time and save her. Regret remains in me from that day and will continue roaming for the rest of my life. Beyond the darkness I can still see her, trapped. A helpless ray of sunshine sinking deeper, held against her will. I can’t believe I was so selfish as to choose my best friend over my only sibling. “Please don’t leave me here”, those were her last words. Sorry. I thought it was just a casual day until it happened.

Act 5, Scene 3

Romeo and Balthasar arrive at the cemetery and head toward the Capulets tomb where Paris and Page are visiting replacing the flowers. Paris and Page spot a torch coming towards them (Romeo and Balthasar) and hide in the darkness to see who the intruders are. Romeo instructs Balthasar to return back to the cemetery doors and begins to open the tomb with the crowbar. Paris and Page jump out to find him breaking into the vault and realise it is Romeo, the banished boy that killed Tybalt “This is that banish’d haughty Montague, That murder’d my love’s cousin, with which grief “. Paris sends Page to fetch the watch man and  they start to fight but soon after Romeo kills Paris and proceeds breaking into the vault. Once in Romeo lays paris with the other dead Capulets and joins Juliet on her death bed as he drinks the poison. Friar Lawrence and Balthasar appear but they are too late to save Romeo, Juliet rises from her deep sleep to find Romeo dead beside her she picks up his dagger and stabs herself. The chief watchman and Page appear and see the bloody vault and sends Page to bring the Prince, the Capulets and the Montagues to the scene. The Capulets and the Prince arrive confused about the situation when Montague appears with a frantic looks on his face claiming that his wife has just died from grieving and sees his son Romeo dead. Friar Lawrence recalls and reveals what had just happened and the plan for the two lovers to run away after giving the Prince the letter that was originally for Romeo. At this confession Capulet and Montague realise that it was their hatred toward each other that caused the incident and agree to end their rivalry. “For never was a story of more woe than this of Juliet and her Romeo”.