At RISE: 

(Work cubicle, South Lake Union neighborhood - 3:43 pm, Wednesday.

A sweeping crane shot starting outside in the gray, overcast, commercial neighborhood to a figure seated in chair. The office is quiet and everything appears to be lifeless. The figure is slouched over a keyboard with feet propped up.)  

FIGURE 1 

If this day doesn’t end soon, I’m going to off myself. These long December days do nothing for my mood and I am on the brink of losing it.  

(The person slowly turns to face the camera and see from the profile it is a woman. Zoom out to see FIGURE 1 swiveling her chair towards another person. FIGURE 2 leans over the cubicle wall.)

FIGURE 2

Aren’t you being a bit melodramatic? Sure, the holidays suck. But there are good qualities, like spending time with your family and eating heart ravaging quantities of food.

 FIGURE 1

Yes, you are right. Thank you for showing me the light.

(Figure 1 rolls her eyes dramatically. A crack of a smile emerges.)

FIGURE 1

You know, the holidays were really great this year. I learned a couple of things. First, VH1 marathons will destroy your soul, no matter what the context of the show. I learned that champagne and wine mixed into one evening is a bad idea. I also remembered why I love My So-Called Life and Brian Krakow. Best part of all? No family bickering or overstuffing my face because I bowed out of the fesitivities.

FIGURE 2

Isn’t that a bit depressing? Not spending time with your family while expelling these vile feelings towards the holidays seems a little…I dunno…dramatic?

FIGURE 1

You are right. I’m being a tool. I’ll quiet down now.

(Slowly zoom out, while Figures 1 and 2 continue their conversation. The screen fades to black with “Eleanor Rigby” by The Beatles playing.)

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