The Slow Dance I A Short Film

The Slow Dance I A Short Film


*music* “I Will Love You” – David Myles *music fades out* Dad: Landen is that you? Landen: Yeah, it’s me dad. *sound of door closing* Dad: What is it son? Landen: Dad…*takes deep breathe* Dad…I Dad: I have noticed a change in you as of late. Landen: Dad, I’m just tired… Dad: *takes deep breath in* Dad: Is it the workload on the farm, son? I know since I retired…and *dad takes deep breath out* with your mother passing… *dad sighs* I have put a lot on your plate. But Landen, you’re strong, and I know you can handle this. You are stronger than you know. *dad sighs* stronger than even I. Landen: No, Dad, it’s not the workload… I love the farm. and I am going to keep my promise to you an mom and take good care of the place. I know how much she loved it here. I love it too. It’s just that… *Landen sighs* I just wish that I had something more… …something like you and mom had here. Dad: I know. it’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about your mother, Landen. a love like that doesn’t come around in everyone’s lifetime… But it does exist. you just have to keep your eyes open, son. In the meantime, you need your rest Landen… tomorrow’s a new day. *slamming hood of truck* Woman: Well hey there stranger. Long time no see. *awkward* Landen: Hey… Woman: Ugh…did your truck breakdown? Landen: No, it’s fine. *Landen sniffs* Woman: You don’t remember me do you? Landen: Uhhh well, I ah… Woman: *laugh sighs* I thought I was more memorable than that! Landen: Well, you certainly are…but uh, you’re still going to have to tell me your name. Woman: Better yet… *sound of bike kickstand* how about you race me to the end of that road… If you win, I’ll tell you my name… Deal? Landen: Okay, you’re on! *footsteps and laughter* *woman giggles* *footsteps and laughter* *woman sighs out of breath* Woman: Well, it looks like you lost your chance there, stranger. *Landen chuckles* *silence* *bike sounds as woman leaves* *Landen chuckles to himself* *crunching leaves under feet* *silence* Landen: I won’t always be a stranger. *footsteps of dad* Dad: Well there’s a face I haven’t seen in a while. Landen: What do you mean by that? *dad lets out a happy sigh* You’re smiling, son and it looks good on you! *Landen taps table* Landen: Dad… *hands hit table* it’s like the Universe heard our talk the other night. *Landen’s foot hits floor* Dad: What do you mean, son? Landen: Well… I met an extraordinary woman today, dad… she…came in with the wind or something… out of nowhere *Landen’s hand slaps knee* she was an instant breath of fresh air. Dad: Well, who is she? Landen: Here’s the funny thing…I don’t know. *Landen sighs* I mean…I feel like I know her from some place…but… I honestly can’t place it. Dad: Well maybe you will reunite with her tonight… …at the dance. Landen: Dad, I have too much work to do…I can’t go to the dance. Dad: Now Landen, listen to me. work can wait. you’re always working and it’s making you miserable! did you realize that today is the first day I actually saw you smile? now your mother and I have taught you the importance of work, Landen… but work isn’t everything… …and I need you to know that I am proud of you and how hard you work. *dad sighs* but work is what you do, son… it’s not who you are. memories aren’t made by standing still… nor are they made by moving too fast… life is… like a slow dance. You’ve gotta take it in your hand take charge… take the lead… and share it… ALL… with a partner who’s going to dance to the same tune as you, son. *bar music* “ShotDown” – Josh Woodward *people chattering* *Landen sips on beer* *Landen talks aloud to himself* Landen: Dad’s right… I need to relax more. life is like a slow dance… *instrumental music* *Landen voiceover* Landen: She’s Ellie, Ellie Nyan! *instrumental music continues with people chattering in background* *leaves crunching under feet* Landen: Hey there, stranger… Ellie: Hey, You. Landen: Um…I’m Landen, Landen MacKay. and you are…Ellie Nyan. First girl I ever slow danced with. Ellie: Impressive… *high heels walking on wooden stairs* Ellie: You remembered! Landen: Well…I ugh… *high heels walking on wooden stairs* Landen: I kind of remembered… *high heels walking on wooden floor* Landen: Maybe you can jog my memory… *Landen voiceover* Landen: May I have this dance, Ellie? *Ellie voiceover* Ellie: Of course you may. *Music begins* ” Lyric: In the dark. *music* Lyric: Or in the light. *music* Lyric: In the mornin’… *music* Lyric: Or in the night… *music* Lyric: I will love you. *music* Lyric: I will love you… *music* Lyric: I will love you… *music* Lyric: When we’re close… *music* Lyric: when we’re far… *music* Lyric: Over the mountains. *music* Lyric: Under the stars… Lyric: I will love you. *music* Lyric: I will love you… *music* Lyric: I will love you… *music* Lyric: You will never be alone. *music* Lyric: You will never be alone… Lyric: When we’re giving up… *music* Lyric: When we’ve got it all… *music* Lyric: When the flowers are bloomin’ *music* Lyric: When the leaves fall… *music* *music lowers* Landen: You know, Ellie… I feel like I could have my hand in yours forever. Ellie: Well you know…stranger… *Landen laughs* I wish the slow dance would never end. *music continues to play* Landen: Perhaps…it’s… just the beginning. *music ramps back up* Lyric: I will love… Lyric: you… *music* Lyric: I will love… *music* Lyric: you. *music fades out* *new song begins* Lyric: Can you miss what you’ve never have known? *music* Lyric: and can you ache for a place that was never your home? *music* Lyric: No miss givings or shame… *music* Lyric: like a moth to the flame. *music* Lyric: To burn up or fizzle alone. *music* Lyric: Can you know who inhabits your skin? *music* Lyric: and can you trust that you won’t blow away in the wind? *music* Lyric: Do you tether your hopes or let go of the ropes? *music* Lyric: In the hope that you someday descend. *music* Lyric: Just follow the road… *music* Lyric: The blood in your veins like a track for the trains. *music* Lyric: The heart always aims for the place… Lyric: where you belong… *music* Lyric: Just follow it home… *music* Lyric: Though it may not agree with the path that you seek. Lyric: Sometimes you just need to stop searching…and stand up and go… *music* *music stops* Lyric: Just follow the road.

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