You're on the couch. Exhausted. The night before feeling like it chipped off the last of your soul. After hours of listening to the same drawl about contracts and licensing, agent to agent, talking about you rather than for you, we lock eyes. Your stay here has been long and hard, we both know that. Casting calls and Curtain Calls and Late Night calls add up. Show business is not for the faint of heart. No one would blame you if you walked right out that door and left Tinsel town in your rear view. But something keeps you here. You think you got it under wraps. Under control. But you know I see it. You think you got this town figured out. What keeps you coming back session after session. You excused it with the simple pleasures of the job. The lights, the sounds, the money, yeah who are you fooling? You know and I know what you're really here for. The heat. The light of you captured and printed to film. You came back because you can't help yourself. The late nights we had together. The things we've done. The things we'll do. Bare skin pressed against frosted glass. A hardwood desk to arch your back on. Lips to cheek. Hand to throat. Blade to the vein. Does your friends know? Your lovers? Do they know you're at the higher stakes table with your bottomless chalice, while they're sucking down Kool-Aid in the fucking kiddy pool? You've got class now baby, you've got style to make this town yours. With me by your side, you'll know there's no one better in the whole city of lights that'll wrap you in 30mm the way I do. We're stars baby, we can't stop now. Strike while the irons hot. Life is too short for film to burn. We're the engine of life itself, minting the ichor from Gods bled dry. How could we stop now. Single file lines with the company card. Planes and ships. Color and Vinyl. Men. Women. Blood. Passion. All for your sampling, so what are you waiting for? Let me see that smile. Let me see that muscle babe. I want to see you beg for it. I want to see you bleed into every scene, every dance, every word. Oh and just one last thing. Sign here. #nsfwe #narrative #cohersion #corruption
oh, wow! this is really beautiful writing dave! <3
Thank you, Jade, always happy to see your support