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Underground eXperts United
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[ Reel ] [ By The GNN ]
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"REEL"
by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
The light fades, hard white light, and finally the film begins.
He walks towards the old white house that is surrounded by a green lawn
and a frame of red roses. Blue sky, hot sun and not a single cloud. He
hesitates by the dark wooden door. Then he reaches for the bell and rocks
the small rope beneath it.
The door opens and a beautiful young girl appears. Her name is Julia.
She examines the well-dressed boy in front of her, who carries a red rose
in his hand. She is just about to ask why he is here, when he suddenly
turns around and runs away. He drops the rose on the lawn right before he
jumps over the hedge and disappears down the hot street.
End of reel.
The man in the red sofa sighed.
"Not good, not good at all..." he mumbled. "Worthless, actually."
This part of the film had to be edited. Back to the tight dark room
right next to the movie theater.
He placed the reel into the machine and played it again - frame by frame.
towards-the-old-white-house...
So far, so good. He knew when he should cut.
suddenly-turned-around-and-ran-away...
Cut!
Stupid part. He removed the sequence from the film and threw it into the
thrashcan beneath the table. While leaning back into the uncomfortable
chair, he thought for a while while sucking on his pipe. After a few
minutes he knew what he wanted.
The light fades, hard white light, and the films begins.
"Hi sweetie, I am John. You might remember me. We go to the same
school."
The girl next to the dark wooden door looked at him with cheerful eyes.
"Yes," she said with a happy voice. "I do remember you!"
Short moment of comfortable silence. "What are you doing here, John?"
He did not answer her question. With a steady hand, he gave her the red
rose. "For you."
"For me?"
He smiled and nodded. She took it and looked confused, but still happy.
"Oh, sorry!" she said. "Please, come in."
End of reel.
Excellent! Perfect! He slapped the hand on his knee and did thumbs up
to the screen that now only presented hard white light.
Back to the dark room. This time he grabbed reel nineteen eighty-six.
The film begins.
Holding hands, Julia and John walking down a rainy street. People who
cover their heads run past them and into taxis and shelter. But the two of
them just walk there. The rain does not bother them. Their love is stronger
than ever, something that may have to do with the fact that they just
injected a dose of heroine into their veins. Someone...
Cut! For christ sake, cut!
The words echoed in the small movie theater. White light.
He replaced the rain with a sun. No drugs, just love. The final version
showed two young happy people who walked on a happy street, hand in hand,
on their way to the beach.
The beach? No. Did not work. Not in the middle of a city. He thought
again.
on-their-way-to-the-ice-cream-man...
Much better.
"What now?" he said to himself and let his eyes wander through the huge
collection of reels.
"1972. Birth and childhood."
"1989. Education at West High."
Finally he saw what he wanted.
"1999. Marriage."
He placed the reel into the projector, turned it on and quickly ran down
the stairs to his red sofa.
The film begins.
Completely drunk, John manages to say 'yes' to his bride. Then he turns
to the priest. He looks like he is about to say something, but the only
thing that occurs is that John vomits all over...
Cut! Shit! Cut! Cut!
When he was finished the white wedding was lovely. He began to feel
satisfied with his work. But something was missing.
"2030. Death."
He trembled as the film began.
John plays football with his son in the garden. A storm is closing in
from the west.
"Maybe we should go inside", John says but his son insists that they
should play for five more minutes.
John watches the dark clouds in the sky and ponders about their content.
The answer is delivered to him at once. A flash of lightning emerges from
the sky and strikes him. He dies. His son slowly walks towards him.
Cut.
"What a boring way to die...", the man in the red sofa muttered. "I have
to change this."
A few minutes later he discovered that the part could not be edited. It
was against the rules. Death is absolute and cannot be changed. He tried
over and over again but nothing happened.
he dies-click
he dies-click
He was not able to edit this part. With a deep sigh, he played the film
forward. He saw his son walk towards his dead body, scream and run inside
to get Julia. She did not know what to do, so she called the police and an
ambulance. But nothing could be done. He was dead and gone.
"Gone to this place..." he said with a low voice.
Then he played the film forward again. He saw his funeral. Depressing
part, mostly because all of his friends were there at once and he could not
speak to them.
Forward.
Julia dies and leaves their son alone in the world.
Forward.
Their son works in a bank.
"What?" he screamed and looked at the small screen on the edit-machine.
In a bank? Ridiculous! His son really deserved something better. He
wanted to change the film into a version were his son works as a well-paid
author, writing success-stories for a hungry mass. Impossible. Nothing
after own death could be altered.
He left the reel in the machine and pushed the fast forward button. He
watched for hours and wondered why he had not done this before. He saw the
world change, people being born and people who died. He saw continents
move on the seven seas, bump into each other and form new countries. War,
destruction, people being born, people dying, earth spinning. Stars in the
sky disappear, appear, disappear.
"This must surely be against the rules" he thought. But he kept on
watching while increasing the speed on the fast forward.
Earth died and so did the entire universe.
End of reel. There was nothing more to see.
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