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350. Seasonal Malady - Leslie
- FADE IN:
- SETH sits on the bench doing quick sketches of feet as visitors to the park pass him.
- He wears cargo pants, a sweater under a half-unzipped coat, and a cap tucked sideways onto his head.
- The bench sits at the perimeter, touching the park fence, giving Seth a great view of the park itself.
- A group of street musicians plays just in front of the fence, a DRUMMER pounding softly on a set of upside down buckets, while a MANDOLIN PLAYER and GUITARIST strum and sing.
- MIA sits on the bench, her head buried in her sketch book.
- She has her hair in dreads; a small top hat perched neatly on her head; a sweater with flowing sleeves; and a dark, asymmetrical skirt from which appears pin-striped slacks.
- She sees a THIN WOMAN in a turtleneck sweater and jeans and quickly sketches the woman, redesigning her clothes into a strange, fantastical outfit.
- The band plays a cheerful tune outside the fence.
- The band is busy playing for passerbys on the sidewalk that runs parallel to the park's fence.
- Seth sits on the bench, dressed in jeans and a turtleneck.
- He is busy sketching and does not notice at first when Mia walks down the sidewalk and perches on the opposite side of the bench.
- She sets patch-covered messenger bag on the cement in front of her and removes her sketchpad.
- She steals a glance at Seth and pauses.
- Tilting her head she begins sketching him.
- Seth feels Mia's eyes on him and waits a moment before stealing his own glance.
- He freezes for a second.
- She is wearing a page-boy cap, and a vaguely north-Asian sweater that is closed diagonally across her chest with little wooden pegs.
- He recovers quickly and looks away, then takes another glance and begins sketching.
- They sit on opposite sides of the bench, stealing alternating glances and sketching.
- Seth sits on the bench, nodding his head to the music of street musicians and attempting to sketch a landscape of the park.
- His pencil hovers and darts, but nothing is coming.
- He sighs looks up at sky, then back down at his sketchbook.
- Finally, Seth flips to the page he started a while ago, the unfinished sketch of Mia's hands drawing.
- Mia sits cross-legged on the bench, her loose skirt flowing around her feet, nodding to the street musicians' lively music.
- She flips through her sketch book, looking through her work, then stops as she comes to the page with her portrait of Seth.
- She digs around her bag for a pencil, then begins touching up the shading.
- The mandolin player stops playing and turns around.
- Mia jerks around has he taps her shoulder, his arm stretched through the fence rails.
- He tips his hat at her and hands her a piece of paper, rolled into a scroll and tied with a simple burgundy ribbon.
- He nods his head at Seth's side of the bench and smiles.
- She looks at him puzzled, then turns around and unrolls the scroll and finds a beautiful rendering of her hands sketching.
- She puts it down in her lap and looks back at the mandolin player, but he has already turned his back and begun to play.
- She looks back down at her notebook, then rips out the page with Seth's portrait.
- Seth sits on the bench, his hands folded.
- The mandolin player looks back, smirks, then returns to playing.
- Seth is so lost in thought, he almost doesn't notice the mandolin player's tapping.
- When he does turn around, he finds a scroll wrapped in burgundy ribbon pointed at his face.
- He takes the paper and tries to look calm, but his fumbling fingers betray him.
- He finally gets the scroll open and pulls it open.
- It's a drawing of him in the thin, leggy style of fashion sketches.
- He rolls it back up and leans back into the wood of the bench and smiles.
- Seth and Mia sit on opposite sides of the bench, sketching.
- Seth scoots towards her just a bit, then pauses, and continues drawing.
- Mia scoots a bit closer to him.
- Seth and Mia sit next to each other, holding hands.
- He points at a child running merrily and they laugh, sketching away with their free hands.
- Mia taps her pencil in time with the band.
- Seth and Mia sit on the bench, his arm around her shoulder, her head tucked into his as they watch people pass.
- A warm Indian summer breeze plays with Mia's hair.
- The mandolin player dances a jig as the guitarist plays a solo.
- Seth and Mia sit on the bench, scarves wrapped around their necks to shield from the cold as they sketch.
- They sit apart, their hands just slightly touching.
- Autumn leaves fall in waves across the park, whispering their own elegies in ripples of sound.
- The street musicians play a melancholy tune.
- Seth and Mia are bundled tightly against the cold as they draw.
- They sit at opposite ends of the bench, just their fingers touching.
- The street musicians are gone, the park empty except for a few brave joggers.
- Mia pulls her hand away from Seth's.
- He doesn't notice.
- She watches his face, then stands up.
- He is lost in his world.
- Her lips tighten and she walks away.
- Seth sits on the bench, alone, drawing.
- He looks over at Mia's side of the bench and his shoulders sink.
- He looks back at his sketchbook, then straightens his shoulders determined.
- The mandolin player walks up to the fence and leaning back, begins to play.
- Mia sits, her little top hat perched on her dreads, alone on the bench, drawing holiday shoppers as they rush through the park, arms full of gifts.
- The street musicians play Christmas tunes on the sidewalk.
- She looks over at Seth's side of the bench for a long moment, then returns to her sketching.
- Seth approaches the bench, moving quietly.
- He puts his backpack down on the bench and Mia looks up.
- She stands up to leave and Seth holds up a hand, pleading for just a moment.
- She waits, standing.
- He pulls a scroll wrapped in burgundy ribbon from the backpack and hands it to her.
- She hesitates, then takes it.
- He removes another scroll, and then another, and another, until she is struggling to hold them all.
- She puts them down on the bench and begins opening them, one by one.
- They are all pictures of her, her fingers, her eyes, her lips, her face.
- She sits, overwhelmed for a moment, then reaches into her bag as he stands, nervously.
- She pulls her sketchbook out and hands it to him.
- He flips it open and page after page is filled with sketches of him.
- He looks at her, then at the bench, and carefully sits down.
- She sits down to and the look at each other for a moment.
- She smiles and takes his hand, pulling him to the middle of the bench.
- She kisses him, half-opened scrolls spilling across the park path.
- They lean back, his arm around her shoulders, watching the shoppers in their mad pre-Christmas rush.
- FADE TO BLACK.
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