Another question for movie making: to use a song that is copyrighted, is it best that you buy it off of Itunes? But shooting starts next month. Getting costumes in at the moment, and hoping to scope out some locations sometime this week. Thanks to Ian for the step-by-step on the Movie Maker thing. Hopefully all goes well and my technologically challenged brain will be able to figure it out.  I’m very, super duper excited for this project, and hope it earns enough ‘hits’ on Youtube so that we can do another one! So please pass the video on once we finish it!

As it is, we have costumes (I’m getting a nicer video camera for b-day), and a script (more improv). Sarah is my best friend, and our hope is to get alot of views. So when it comes out, tell people!

And Ian, I have a Gateway, with Microsoft Movie Maker. Have you been successful with uploading those videos to Youtube, and if so, HOW????

So (to my displeasure, because my father won’t pay for Internet service in the room), I am sitting in this coffee shop, using the Internet.

How stupid is that! Internet is FREE anyways! But no! If I want to use the Internet in my hotel room, I have to pay 12 bucks! THE INTERNET IS IN THE AIR(or something like that)! So why do I have to walk a mile (so I think) just to use something I could get for free anyways. UGH!

Otherwise, this trip has been amazing. I got to meet Youtube sensations at a Starbucks, and their father told me to go after my dreams.

So here is the proposition for you! I really want to write, a novel, no copying authors; doing Fanfiction. I want this to be my story, my creation. But I really need ideas. Which is where you come in: I need your ideas. Nothing mythical, or impossible. Something with a story line, something people would read.

I would love the help!

Yours truly from Fabulous Las Vegas,

Story

1. No more late nights, waking up at 6am

2. Homework

3. Seeing annoyances like They-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named (I am not fearfull of their names, but their names are just a reminded of annoyingness that I hate.)

4. NO MORE FREE READING!!! *curses like a sailor*

That’s all I can think of at the moment.

Oh yeah! I started the HP series again. How much do I love Harry? Very, very much. Also, my Patronus is a Hummingbird. Oh! And I figured out what my wand is made with! Indian Rosewood, 13 1/2 in, and essence of a dragons tail. Too cool!

Oh! (there are a bunch of exclamation points so far…) And, while I was reading HP Year 1, I started crying when Harry looked into the Mirror of Erise. It was when Lily is standing there crying, happy tears. And I am starting to fall in love with James Potter. Ugh, these Potter men, how they kill me….

Oh! (see???) I wanted to say HI to Ian, and Melony (sorry ’bout the name misspelling)

Oh! (last time) I ordered HP and the Order of the Phoenix, and its coming from China! If that movie is in Chinese I swear they better clear out a cell in Azkaban for me because I will kill those people who sold it to me!

Love,

Story

2) Reading what we wrote out loud

3) Reading outside, because it is usually so nice and pretty

4) Computer time or more movie clips (I don’t really know! Don’t take these seriously)

Bree Transformer was the average 21 year old. She was in college, a good student, and didn’t mess around… Until now.

Flash Back!!!

“Come on Bree, you need fun.” My party animal roommate Cindy told me, acting as if fun was a  needed drug.

“No” I stated, my usual answer for her “Friday Night Fun”.

“Why!?” She begged, slumping into her desk chair.

“Homework!?” I mocked her pointing at the pile of books that littered my desk.

“Please! Please!” She persisted, going over to my closet and pulling out a outfit. I looked out the window already the campus was alive with hoots and hollers. Some guys carrying beer and holding their girlfriend’s hands.

I knew what I was going to say was wrong, unrealistic but I did.

“Fine” I huffed grabbing the clothes she held out to me, before running into the bathroom. I looked at myself. I had my light brown hair up in a ponytail, sweats, and a large t-shirt. My studying outfit. Maybe I did need some fun. I did have bags under my eyes from late night study sessions.

“Fine.” I repeated to myself.

End of Flash Back!!!

Now I knew how I got to this party, surrounded by drunken guys. Cindy was nowhere in sight. I stood up, but came back down with a thump, my head spun, and my stomach twisted.

“Do you know where Cindy is?” My voice slurred, falling into the guy because I couldn’t regain my balance.

“No, and get off me.” He said gruffly, pushing me away.

But I didn’t care, all I wanted to do was sleep!

Then I heard her voice. The blonde was walking towards me. Her hair was messed up and her makeup smeared.

“Bree?” She asked shaking my shoulder.

I opened my eyes, “Cindy? Cindy!” I cried springing from my chair to her side.

“Can we go?” I asked like a child.

“Its only 12 o’clock, live a little.” And with that she left me.

I muttered a rude word, and began heading towards the door. But my stomach twisted and the nauseous   feeling came back to me. I ran the opposite  direction, down the corridor.

“There has to be a bathroom.” I chanted to myself. Finally I reached the bathroom, and vomited.

“8 years down the drain…” I told myself.

I woke the next morning on the bathroom linoleum, feeling sweaty and unclean. I didn’t want to move, for the floor was strangly comfortable and cool. I let myself drift back to unconciouness, but to be awoken by a small, but rough hand.

“Bree,wake up” A female told me, like a command. Cindy.

“No, you made me come here, and now I’m going to sleep.” I said sternly, re-closing my eyes. But she didn’t leave.

“Bree now!” She shook me until I opened my eyes.

“What!” I wined.

“Go. Now. Its 4 o’clock in the morning.” She lifted me up.

To be continued…. I think???

I got into my mom’s car the rain splattering onto the windows. I opened the book, being careful not to break Sarah’s rules.

I sat in  my room 3 hours later 200 pages consumed, wanting more. My eyes hurt, back stiff from sitting in my bed, and homework still in my school bag, stupid school and teachers. I frowned, I needed my homework done, dang-it. I sat down my book and watched weary-eyed as I let it go.

Five Months Later:

I sit in my room, re-reading Breaking Dawn for the fourth time. Tears start to well up as I look at the final two words: The End. My dreaded villain at the end at such a heroic book. I look around me, I have T-shirts, posters, and even  a 6′ foot stand-up of Edward Cullen. I believe I have an obsession.

I can still remember the smell of that day so long ago. The 2 day non-stop readi ng of Twilight, Labor Day Monday reading New Moon (I have the food stains to prove it) 3 days of Eclipse, and that week of Breaking Dawn. Is it sad that I’m in love with a fictional character, dream about the books, write Edward Cullen thousands of times without knowing it.

I talk to friends now, none of them really into it anymore, which upsets me. I feel stuck in my own little world.

This is not an obsession anymore, a addiction.

Now, do I need a intervention?

“May I help you?” His deep voice mixed with his acned face twisted into a grim frown. I handed him my item; a shirt for my father. He grabbed it and put it into a bag.

“No,no,no.” I corrected him, “I want it gift wrapped.” He gave a loud groan, like I was killing him, and turned around to the gift wrapping area of the counter. After a few minutes of ajusting and gearing himself for some real work, her turned to me: “What color?”  He asked.

Hmmm… I pondered this decision. If I get blue my father would know I’m upset, not working, and guyless. If I chose green I would just be trying to cover it up. And red would just cause my father to try and calm my emotions.

“Green.” I finally spoke to the teenager, who’s eye had glazed over with boredom. He began to remove green from the roll above his head.

“No, blue. I change my mind” I pointed to the next roll.

“Fine.” He put the green back.

“No! Red!” I screamed, startling the kid and a few grownups.

“Ok ma’am what color do you really want?” He asked

“I don’t know…” I whispered

I sat there looking into the eyes of Jasper Hale, the brother-in-law I didn’t see eye to eye with.

The light crept through the windows making his crescent shaped scars stand out, the only blemish on his marble skin.

I knew we had different stories, all of the Cullens and Hales did, but why did he give me the cold shoulder, block out my voice?

I loved the world I had joined, to be with the one I loved, but this problem needed to go away.

The sun came in now; a unnatural blow of sunlight in the cloudy town. Jasper’s revealed limps cast rainbows, shere beauty. I looked at my own exposed skin they too shined. Why were we both the same; and yet different?

Crouching and running with ease

Prey weaves with the wind

Hustling with the silent ground

Two moons against a green space

Casing the comet.