An
Interview
The
alarm clock goes off with a piece of unidentified music.
The announcer interruptswith the words: "It is nine
o'clock, dear listeners… (fades out and blends in with
the sounds of a blanket.
(Inner
voice):
"It is the time to get up". (Same male voice, loud):
"Oh, it is a beautiful day out there, very good for
getting hired" (Inner voice): "Coffee, coffee, I want
some coffee." Sounds of his stumpy footsteps over the
wooden floor of his house. Sound of a coffee pot being
taken from the cupboard, slightly touching other dishes.
Coffee maker slows down with its typical: "khh, khh,
khh…" (Inner voice): "Jelena is not here, right, she
has gone to an interview as well…what a strange occurrence…
and coincidence. (PAUSE while some slightly dramatic
music foreshadows an event in the future) The inner
voice continues, overlaying the music)"She did not tell
me the name of the company. Anyway, my job interview
is at ten thirty, and where exactly…hm…(sound of paper
being unfolded) let's see…aha, here. Vertigo Design,
room 512. Which clock is working well? They are all
of for a bit. The one on the computer must be fine.
At the same time, I can check my portfolio and maybe
include more Illustrator and PhotoShop files because
those programs are basic." Sound of his feet blend gradually
into the sound of street that is coming from an open
window, as he walks in to the studio room. (Inner voice):
"I still have enough time to do this" Sound of a computer
posting and the sound of electricity hitting the screen,
then the Microsoft's greeting sound of Windows opening.
Sound of the mouse clicking and CD burner spinning are
following. Soon after, computer is shutting down, and
the footsteps are leaving the room. Background music
gradually blends in and announces the new scene. The
door lock clicks, a rushing noise and the footsteps
going downwards, and the street noise again. Scene Two
(Music fades out from here to- - - - Inner voice -not
in real time-as he waits for the bus: "It won't take
me to long to get there- - - to here …maybe ten minutes,
and then five minutes to climb up and find the room.)
Loud noise and a speeding motorcycle. His real voice
but not to loud, angrily through the teeth: "Damn farty
twoweelers!" Inner voice: "The bus is coming, that's
good." The sound of a bus engine slowly emerges through
all the sounds of a busy street and becomes dominant.
Pneumatic door opens, three footsteps and sound of closing.
The street noise is subdued. The driver: "Good morning,
how are you"? The man: "Good morning ser, I am well,
how are you?" The footsteps towards an empty seat. Music
comes back and slides in the background as the man with
his inner voice says: "This is my stop, I am getting
off here". Sound of the engine slowing and stopping.
The hiss from the opening door, and some more footsteps
leaving the bus. Beeping sound comes from the signal
lights calling pedestrians to cross the street. Inner
voice: "I think that Vertigo Design is placed behind
that music shop. I am not going to be late. It is fifteen
minutes past ten. Good! Footsteps are louder, closing
up the Vertigo Design building. Sound of the main door
that is opening and closing. Slight echo other people's
voices and sharp sounds of hard heals hitting a marble
floor. Inner voice: "Elevators must be close…aha, there."
His footsteps and music, and no other shoes are heard.
An elevator door slides open with a humming sound. Clicking
sound of buttons and closing door. The sound from a
speaker announcing: "fifth floor". His footsteps are
soft now, yet resolute.
The
door lock clicks, a rushing noise and the footsteps going
downwards, and the street noise again.
Scene
Two
(Music fades out from here to- - - -
Inner
voice -not in real time-as he waits for the bus: "It
won't take me to long to get there- - - to here
maybe
ten minutes, and then five minutes to climb up and find
the room.)
Loud noise and a speeding motorcycle. His real voice but
not to loud, angrily through the teeth:
"Damn
farty twoweelers!" Inner voice: "The bus is
coming, that's good."The sound of a bus engine slowly
emerges through all the sounds of a busy street and becomes
dominant. Pneumatic door opens, three footsteps and sound
of closing. The street noise is subdued.The driver: "Good
morning, how are you? The man: Good morning ser, I am
well, how are you?
The footsteps towards an empty seat.
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