I was at some sort of basement party with some friends. There was an old radio, I think, and some party snacks. Some time later I was at a big party in a very large house. I was out on the balcony talking to Zach Braff, giving him a hard time. I was saying, "you've had all the breaks! Your success has been handed to you!" His response was, "well, what've you done?" I yelled, "I've written a script! Yeah, and its really good, too! It's not done, yet, but it's really good! I even storyboarded it!" Naturally, he wanted to see it.
I began trying to find my old green backpack (which I haven't seen for years) that I knew had my storyboards and unfinished script in it. Randomly, it was on a staircase in the party, and I thought, "That's it!" As I began searching through it, the scene changed, and I was no longer there.
It was like I was watching a story unfold, like a movie. The period was either early 80's or late 70's. There was a teenage girl in the suburbs, presumably in high school. She was kind of nerdy but cute. At one point, she was sitting in the grass of her parents' house talking to a stud in red swim shorts. There was some detailed conversation I don't remember now, but I know they were flirting. Later on, the view changed to the girl's neighbors unloading groceries out of their car. As they went inside, my vision panned towards the girl's backyard where she and the stud were in the pool engaged in some sort of illicit activity.
Hours later, it was dark outside, and the girl was still near the pool. As she made her way towards the house, there was a party going on. It seems her parents were out of town. She slowly began to realize that the stud was long gone. It was sad. Only later when I was getting ready for work this morning, did I wonder to myself if the heartbreaker stud was actually Zach Braff. Then I thought, "No, I don't think so."
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