Just Give Me The Light

It had been a rough couple of weeks for me. The Jack Thriller meeting had not gone well, and I was feeling pretty low. But then, just when I needed it most, I got a call from Eddy Duran. He said that our TV pilot, Pale Blue Light, was finally ready to be screened. I was over the moon. I had poured so much of myself into that project, and I couldn’t wait to see the finished product. I called up a few of the team and we all gathered at my apartment. We smoked blunts and drank Heineken, counting the seconds until we’d be able to watch it on a big screen. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. For a moment, all the worries of the world faded away, and we were just a group of friends, basking in the glow of our own success. As the night wore on, we talked about what we wanted to do next. The possibilities seemed endless. We could take Pale Blue Light to festivals, try to get it picked up by a network, or even make more episodes ourselves. The future was wide open, and I felt invigorated by the possibilities. I sang the night away into a handheld microphone and lit a red glow against my glasses with every drag of the rotating blunt.

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