002: Wrong Beach, Right Girl
May 12, 2017 23:15:59 GMT -5
Post by Admin on May 12, 2017 23:15:59 GMT -5
Pinky's Vlog || Stardate 94766.1
The sun is just coming up over the beach, a spectacular display of oranges and pinks against the dark water is seen as the camera comes into focus. A few seagulls swoop over the water, the morning breeze rattling against the microphone before being replaced with a soft-spoken voice.
"Welcome to Sandusky - morning edition! So, true story, couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d go for a run, get the lay of the land, you know? And I ended up here. Just in time to see this perfect moment so I thought ‘hey, why not share this with the world’? And, okay, probably being a little generous there, since the whole world isn’t watching anything I do - at least not yet - but you get the point. Isn’t it awesome? I mean, check this out. This whole thing is just happening right here, right now. Most of the city’s still in bed, oblivious. Nobody’s got to lift a finger, and these magical Technicolor moments are playing out anyhow. Kinda reminds me of something."
There’s a soft laugh.
"Vague, I know. But see, it reminds me of how lazy some people are. How some folks in this business just think that golden opportunities will just drop into their laps. I mean, there are some people who will go around claiming to be the greatest when they’re not even a point to mention in a recap. Someone else is doing the heavy lifting, and Mr. Cool Guy is over here taking the credit."
The view starts to change as Mia starts walking.
"But, you know, it’s the thought that counts, I guess. The heart. The passion. The desire to make it to the top despite all the setbacks and the disappointments. When you fall down in the dust..."
The camera pans over and down to show sand being kicked up in the air.
"As much as you want to pretend like Disney had it right with all that ‘wish upon a star’ garbage, all the wishes in the world aren’t going to fix a glaring lack of talent. Sorry, AJ. They really won’t. And you can hum and haw and spin all these cool stories about how you learned from others and how you know exactly how to take apart a guy like Corey Cruelty, but the truth is, you’re coming out to the ring to face me first. Not him."
The view flips to selfie mode and she waves, grinning.
"Hi! Remember me?"
We flip back to the beach, the sun a bit brighter now, the sky looking more like it’s on fire.
"I wanna show you something though. If he’s still there. It was right around here - AHA!"
We spot a hermit crab, creeping along the sand, a fresh new shell on his back.
"When I found this guy earlier."
Her hand lifts in front of the camera, holding a rusted beer can.
"He was in this. And I thought it was kinda funny ‘cause I saw a little bit of myself in the situation. Coming out of this sad little shell. Moving out, movin’ on up Jeffersons style and it’s a bit like this, isn’t it? You want to act like I’m biting off more than I can chew, like I’m about to head down the same road as before. Big opportunity that I’m probably woefully unprepared for, right? That’s what you see. You see this sad little try-hard, chasing the wrong dreams. Too much. Too fast. Like I should step back and let someone like AJ waste another opportunity so he can bitch about it later after he loses? Puhhhlease!"
She crumples the can and heads towards the water, the sound of splashing following as she does a little frolicking in the surf before a disgusted shriek fills the silence. The camera focuses in on a strand of seaweed wrapped around her ankle.
"Wow, and the reminders just can’t stop. Won’t stop! Here we go, AJ. Just like you, this is the most disgusting, vile, useless thing in the entire universe. Nobody and I mean NO BODY likes this stuff."
She shakes it off, wiggling her toes in the wet sand before another wave rolls in. A happy sigh follows before she turns away from the water only to reveal two completely naked joggers on the beach.
"Oh! OH SHIT! Wrong beach!"
