Shades of Light

Shapeless dreams,

Divine memories of the ocean's choir,
Tepid air flowing around,
We were there,
We ran with the sea, and slept with the stars,
Bombing down the highway, sunglasses on, looking at the road ahead,
It all felt real.

Wildfires of North America

Ben, Devin, and I set out to find a special place, a spot where nobody else in the writing program was thinking of going, or seeing. A location so real, and untouched that tourists would be foreign, and the experience would be new. We left for Sorrento, a beachy tourist town, and we would stay there at night and go out the next day for the remote. Just getting to Sorrento was an odyssey all on its own. Ben, Devin, and I all hopped on the fast train out of Rome Termini next to the Capitol after catching the tram to there from our place in Trestevere, all the while under the harsh Roman sun.

It had to have been the most interesting yet berserk train ride I’ve ever been on. About an hour and a half in I was awakened by what it seemed like three tanned chubby brothers yapping at each other walking through our cart, half way through the biggest likely to be the oldest brother planted a foot, pivoted, looked the poor soul of the medium sized boy in the eyes and absolutely slapped him into oblivion. The culprit without any doubt turned back around and kept walking. The brother that was struck let out a gasp and kept walking too; he seemed to have known his place. Almost immediately after that the train came to a complete stop next to a wild and raging brush fire. My flight senses shot to my bag, which I slung over my shoulder, and I jumped in the direction of the nearest exit, completely oblivious to Ben and Devin still sitting but wide-eyed watching the flames grow.

“What the.. why is the train stopped?” Devin said. 

“Dude this is not good.” Ben said.

“Damn if I blow up in the Italian country side, not yet.” I said.

Then the train slowing started chugging again leaving the ripping flames behind, I sat down and just shook my head and closed my eyes.  

I woke up in what seemed to be the Detroit of Italy, Naples. From Naples we were supposed to take another train to Sorrento. We wanted to leave immediately; the place seeped of dirt, and fear. It wasn’t a place to stay, or see, at least from the train station. We jumped on the second train, which was more reminiscent of a subway than anything. The thing came after we waited in the dank train station for it to roll up for thirty minutes. The amount of people waiting was far more than its legitimate capacity, and as soon as those doors swung open everyone on that platform ran through as if their lives depended on it. We pushed and pulled through the maze and got to an area where we could stand and hold on through every screech and stop. We met a couple from New Jersey that were backpacking right down and around the whole continent. The man, a history teacher, and the woman, a nurse. Real salt of the earth, I turned to Devin, and said,

“Those are the kinds of people that make countries.”

He nodded as if he was thinking the exact thing.

Eventually we were able to sit and I wrote down each stop’s name. The road, or way to Sorrento was long and hot, flying through Ercolano, Pompeii, Portici, Bellavista, Cavavilla de Bronzo, flowing in and out of dark tunnels with rattling trains blowing by, past South Gorgio a Cremano, Pozzo. Us guys had been split up and Ben was sitting with three other men, and Devin with two and a younger lady. She was on the phone going back and forth with the person on the other end. The Barra stop came, and the man sitting across from her got up and left. I went over and sat down and started talking with Devin, mostly cursing the elements, and the dark atmosphere of the subway even with the cabins scorching hot. The younger blonde lady looked up at me and said,

“Ciao.”

I looked back, and said, “English?”

She smiled, and nodded her head.

“You ever been to Nettuno?” I asked.

“No, I heard it’s beautiful, but hard to get to kinda.”

“Yeah, we are from America, and want to see real Italy, the small towns, and stuff.”

“You staying in Napoli?”

“No, no, Roma, we are students, writers.”

“Aaah, I study Economics, much easier than writing.”

“I don’t know about that.”

We sat talking for a few more stops until hers rolled up, San Giovanni. She added me on Facebook, and said she’d be in Rome for the Holi Festival. I nodded and waved goodbye.

            About twenty more minutes and we were in Sorrento. We dropped our things off, grabbed some sandwiches, a few beers, and a couple bottles of wine and went to the beach. It was already about eight thirty or so, and we just sat there on the beach and watched the night come in. It was all good and okay there, no real worries about anything.

            The next morning came and we hopped on another bus to take us to our special location and beach, Netunno. The winding crazed road in made me think that every bus driver must have been a real professional, there was no messing around in those parts, you had to have ice cold veins, and strong white knuckles, because past the small brick ledge was infinity down the plush beautiful hills. I imagined the headline: 3 good old American boys, and a few random Italians blow up in beautiful spectacle seen from every corner of the coast.

            About an hour past and we woke up in Nettuno. We found the nearest bar, grabbed a few beers, and sandwiches and laid out on the rocks. At first you see a rock beach and it looks terrible and crude, but after a while it wasn’t too bad, and I came to appreciate the fact that I didn’t have sand in every corner of my body. We sat there talking, sleeping, making stacks of rocks. I saw two young Italian boys playing volleyball in the water, and I went in for a swim. I went over to them and asked if I could play, ten minutes past and Devin was in on it as well. We dove, jumped, fell over, and laughed in the water for forty-five minutes or so. The little boys probably around ten or twelve were just as old as Devin and I were, and me and Devin as old as them, they didn’t speak English, we didn’t speak Italian, but it didn’t matter, we were all just kids playing in the water enjoying a break from the heat, and I thought sitting back on the beach, these are the things I’ll remember. I won’t remember an assignment sitting on my deathbed moments away, I won’t remember the score of that game, or how great that song was, I’ll remember the interaction, the meeting of people, her smile, the ways the boys would laugh, the essence of things, places, real beauty, and all the colors.

            One of the mothers got my attention, and said that us playing with them was very nice. She spoke great English, along with a few of the other ladies that were with her.

“You have to go there for dinner, and get an ‘uggo’, good seafood too.”

“All right, yeah we will.”

“And how’d you find out about this place? We never see tourists.. well, tourists from so far away.”

“You know, I’m not really sure.”

“I guess things just happen sometimes.” She said.

“Yeah, I suppose.”

The last bus left for Nettuno at eleven, and it was only eight or so by this time so we headed up for dinner. A kind middle-aged Italian man sat us to our seats, and I ordered three uggos off the jump. Minutes later he came out with the cold beverages, along with some appetizers that never were counted into the bill. The drinks were so perfect, and the view so gorgeous, watching the sun drop into the sea that I thought now everything will be underwhelming, nothing at all will ever beat this moment. We sipped three more glasses of the celestial drink, and all got the spaghetti, with seafood just as the women advised, and Jesus I’ve never felt so fulfilled. We sat there and watched the colors become more purple, and rapt, and the upper regions come alive. There was nowhere else then, nobody else, just the stars, and the open sky. It eventually got dark enough that the moon came out and it was almost right on the edge of the horizon, huge, and bulbous, and the darkest shade of orange. Over the next half hour it rose, and ascended into the high sky illuminating more with color in every stage. It didn’t seem real, and I don’t know if it still was, we all could of been dreaming off of the celestial drink just imagining life to be that wild, and impulsive, mother nature was truly messing with our minds right then with no regret, just whispering,

“Just keep watching boys, you haven’t seen anything, yet.”

And I kept sitting there and thinking,

“well, I don’t know if I even want to anymore.”

Magic Love

INT. TONY'S APARTMENT - STUDIO. SLIGHTLY DIRTY. DANCE POSTERS COVER THE WALLS. WITH A HUGE POSTER OF MICHAEL JACKSON. 

James is laying on the couch playing with the cat. Tony is sort of bouncing up and down in the middle of the room.

Angela busts in the door. 

TONY

Angela, girl, why you so late?? The show starts in an hour!! 

ANGELA

Ton, don't even start. Plus you know they'll have some bullshit opening act. 

Angela tosses a bag of drugs at James who is still laying on the couch. 

ANGELA

James! Cheer up! It's your favorite!

James sitting up. Cat still on lap. 

JAMES

It's about fucking time! 40 minutes late! 

ANGELA 

You princess!

TONY

Yeah, suck it up yah lil bitch! 

James starts to smirk. Still petting cat. Looks up quickly.

TONY

(serious)

He loves it when I call him a lil bitch. 

ANGELA

(towards James, laughing)

It's because he is a lil bitch

Angela winks at James. 

JAMES

All right, all right. 

They all start collecting their things. Walking out of the apartment, Angela, smacks James on the butt. 

ANGELA

(quietly)

Lil bitch. 

James turns around and smirks. 

EXT. THE THREE HEAD INTO NYC ON AN EMPTY COMPARTMENT OF THE TRAIN. CAMERA SHOTS OF JAMES, AND TONY TAKING ECSTASY, "ABOUT A GIRL" BY NIRVANA PLAYS.

INT. BAR AT THE VENUE 

JAMES

Okay, vodka for the both of you? 

TONY

Honey, it's a tequila sort of night.

ANGELA

I'm good for now. 

James walks away from the table, and goes to get Tony, and himself a drink. 

TONY

You okay, girl? It's time to get down! You took your share of the E, right?

ANGELA

Oh yeah yeah, just want to wait on the drinks for now

TONY

(reassuringly)

Okay, okay. 

James comes walking back.. (80s electronica starts playing), the show is about to start, and they head to the dance floor. 

Tony starts snapping with his arms in the air, struts to the dance floor.

TONY

YAAAAS!

INT. DANCE FLOOR. PRETTY CROWDED. 

The group Magic Love is up on stage, playing their 80s electronica (yet, "Limousine" by Class Actress plays). Tony, Angela, and James are dancing ridiculously, almost jokingly in slow motion. The neon lights become brighter. The camera shows James, and Tony taking more ecstasy, but not Angela. Angela moves closer to James. Tony starts dancing with a guy, they become close, then kiss long. The camera shifts to Angela, and James looking right into each other, his arms on her hips, and her arms around his neck, dancing closely in sync. Their faces get closer, and they kiss long and passionately, Angela then breaks away and runs quickly towards the bathroom. She then kicks a wallet then finds it on the ground and picks it up. She gets into the bathroom and shuts a stall door behind herself.

INT. DIRTY CLUB BATHROOM. THERE ARE 3 OTHER GIRLS IN THE BATHROOM DOING LINES OF COKE, PUTTING ON MORE MAKEUP, AND SMOKING CIGARETTES. THEY MAKE NO NOTICE OF ANGELA.

Bathroom Girl #1 does line of blow off of sink

BATHROOM GIRL #1

Ey, MirandAAAH you got a ciggeey?

BATHROOM GIRL #2

Girl, yeeAH, I gottA smoke..

Angela sits down on the toilet, opens the wallet, counts 450$ Closes the wallet, then lights, and smokes a cigarette. Starts to slowly cry. 

BATHROOM GIRL #3

Fawk, my hoohaw is on fuckin fiyah, Jimmy was all up in it this mawnin. He gets so frisky in the mawnin. 

Bathroom Girl #3 does a line of blow off of the sink.  

BATHROOM GIRL #2

Jossey, hon, yous lucky thats yah only worray. I be fuckin late nearly a gaddamn week and a haff! 

BATHROOM GIRL #1 

Whaaaaat, Adrainaaaa? The fawk now?

BATHROOM GIRL #2

Shit I dunno, I am scared, buh I know Giovanni is my love, like I wanna murry heem, but he can be such a doofis

BATHROOM GIRL #3

Ey but he so cute! With them arms!

BATHROOM GIRL #1

(laughing)

But he is like half retahded! 

Angela busts out of the bathroom stall, and quickly walks through the dance floor (towards the exit) still smoking her cigarette. James notices, and grabs Tony to follow her. James starts yelling at her, and running towards her. Tony follows behind. Angela gets to the outside of the club to a dark city street. Starts walking down the sidewalk away from the club. 

EXT. DARK NYC STREET. NOT TOO MANY PEOPLE AROUND. 

James runs down Angela, and grabs her by the arm, and Tony is running towards them. 

JAMES

What the hell was that?

ANGELA

          Nothing! Fucking nothing! 

Tony is now catching up, slightly out of breath. Clearly drunk/high.

TONY

Girrrl! Honeeey! Is you having a bad triip? 

ANGELA

I didn't take any!

JAMES

Why? 

Tony lights a cigarette. 

TONY

This shit has got me feeling some sorta way (laughs)

Angela sits down on the curb and puts her head in hands. James, and Tony sit down with her. 

ANGELA 

You guys just go back in and have a good time, I'll stay out here. 

James puts his arm around Angela. 

JAMES 

We're not leaving you out here on the street, the hell? 

TONY

YeeeAH, plus, daddy needs the air.  (waves arms in wafting motion) 

ANGELA

I'm gonna stay the night in the city. 

TONY

Like hell you are girl! Without us?

ANGELA

I have to take care of some things, it's personal, guys. 

JAMES

We're all friends Ang, what is going on? 

ANGELA

We're friends James? Do friends fuck their friends and get their friends pregnant James? You delinquent! 

Angela stands up, and flicks cigarette at James. James jumps up, and backs away. 

JAMES 

You're joking. You're fucking joking Ang, please tell me you're fucking joking! 

TONY

Oh Christ almighty. 

Tony still sitting down, hands on top of his head.

ANGELA

I wasn't going to say anything. I was gonna take care of it, but I couldn't take it any longer!

JAMES

What are we going to do?

ANGELA 

Your ass is gonna do nothing. I found a wallet on the ground inside. I think there was enough in it to cover the costs. 

TONY

Cover the costs of what? 

ANGELA

To get it done. 

TONY 

Oh honey.

JAMES

You sure that's what you want to do? 

ANGELA 

I've never believed in it, but I don't know, I don't fucking know! 

TONY

Why don't we get a hotel for the night in the city? Why don't we treat ourselves? Think about this tomorrow. 

James walks towards Angela arms out.

JAMES 

I don't think that's a bad idea Angela. Think tomorrow when our heads are clear. Whatever you want to do Angela. 

James brings Angela close to him, and hugs her. Angela breaks into tears, and slightly hugs James back. Camera shot moves to a bird's eye view. Cuts to black. The end.