“Learning to Fly”. Act 1, Scene 1
EXT. A ROAD NEXT TO A LAKE. AFTERNOON
A middle age man jogs in the golden afternoon light. Michael. Good looking, a few wrinkles. The look on his face says he’s either a fool or a dreamer, depends on your perspective. The song he’s listening to on his headphones is pretty much the story of his life: “Some say life will beat you down. It’ll break your heart and steal your crown…”
EXT. AFTERNOON. ECU MICHAEL’S EYES. STILL.
Shakespeare said that eyes are windows to the soul. These eyes are everything: tearful, joyful, happy, sad…ALIVE. A few rain drops fall on the bridge of his nose
CUT TO: EXT. MAGIC HOUR. MICHAEL’S POV.
A sunset so beautiful it might remind you of your first lover.
Someone told me that when it comes to life, you only got one decision to make: to look at it as if nothing is a miracle…or as if everything is.
CUT TO: EXT. MAGIC HOUR. MICHAELS EYES
The camera zooms out. Michael is standing on the guardrail of a bridge naked. Wide eyed amazement- like seeing your first child being born, is on his face. Lights flash, Sirens blare. Cop cars. Traffic stops! Controlled chaos. Michael raises his arms, outstretched.
She said it was Einstein that said it. Sounds more like something she made up. The song continues: “So I started out for god knows where. I guess I’ll know when I get there”.
CUT TO: EXT. BRIDGE DUSK. WIDE
Michael is being held on the ground by cops, staring up into the sky. Mikes wife (June- same age, still pretty hot but a little tattered) and daughter (Nicole-a 12 year old, ‘nuf said) look on. Nicole looks worried, June crosses her arms, shakes her head and looks away.
CUT TO: EXT. BRIDGE DUSK.
Michael doesn’t struggle as he’s strapped into a gurney and loaded into an ambulance, as if he’s a fucking Buddha. A butterfly lands next to his head. The song finishes: “…I’m learning to fly, but I ain’t got wings and coming down is the hardest thing.”