From My Upcoming Book

We talked about our passions and things were we were obsessed with. Brad loved books (of course, him being an English teacher). EE Cummings. Hemingway. The playwright Neil LaBute. He spoke about each with such vigor and knowledge. I was impressed and treasured seeing his eyes sparkle with appreciation. None of these others came close to his love of J.D. Salinger. Brad insisted that he was Holden and explained his frustration with his students when they read the book and thought that Caulfield was a “whiny bitch.” He was even more disappointed in me when I told him that I never read it, reading books like “the Giver” and my favorite novella, “Night” in high school.

The next Saturday, we were sitting eating breakfast at the corner coffee shop when Brad nonchalantly told me that he had a present for me. I was excited yet nervous. No guy has ever bought me a present before. After my feeble attempt to not rush through my oatmeal and fruit cup, we walked back to Brad’s car where he presented me with a beautifully wrapped rectangle. I opened the paper, holding “Catcher in the Rye.” I wanted to cry. It was a thoughtful gift and I was touched. I wrapped my arms around Brad’s neck in thanks.

Reading “Catcher in the Rye” took some work, though. Brad’s students were right. He was whiny (even though I recognized many of his thoughts as my own. Yup, I’m that crabby bitch, too). Reading about his adventure while listening to my roommate fight with her fiancée via Skype was too much to handle. I retreated to the down into my personal bat cave, where the shroud of darkness would help me focus: the subway. I finished “Catcher” in one night, riding the G train back and forth, from Long Island City, Queens to Kensington, Brooklyn for four hours. It was magical and I fell in love with the book…


the Ladies of RUMP

Go to any RUMP event and expect to be pulled into the freak train. The last freak train wrapped around the Biggest Little City Club as people yanked their friends into line and bumped against them to the DJ’s pulsations. Sweat flew, alcohol gulped and smiles and song were all abound.

Women make up the half of the music industry- we all know that. From the revealing clothing and suggestive posing that we see these women wear on MTV to the behavior we read about in gossip magazines, one should wonder if these women make up the general consensus of the ladies in the music business, let alone if they’re the kind of role models for upcoming generations. Reno may not be known for breaking stereotypical barriers but three women are attempting to do so: DJ Heidalicious (Heidi Adkins ), MoMatik (Mo Oetjen) and  Jenes Carter. These ladies created RUMP, a monthly concert where they encourage female artists of all genres and ages to perform for open-minded audiences and get them to dance.

Heidi Adkins performs under the moniker DJ Heidalicious. She wears her dark hair short and her jeans ripped as she spins hypnotic beats and slow jams for fans and others present in the room. Originally from Sacramento and living in the Reno area for the past ten years, Adkins never thought too much about becoming a disc jockey. “I saw Ana Sia at Tonic one night and was inspired by her.” DJ Neshawn gave Adkins her first lesson and she was thrilled that she learned a new skill and owned a new hobby.

Adkins loves spinning but as she got deeper into her craft, she found some challenges with DJing. “Female DJs usually get boxed in, especially to play a certain genre. If you’re not playing Lady Gaga, people are, like ‘WHAT?’ You have to learn how to adapt and adjust to people’s attitudes.”

Oetjen understands the plague of being thrown into a certain category. “Girls are set in a different box.” She tucks her long hair behind one ear as she explains how she is compared to popular female rappers. Oetjen respects those artists but she considers herself a different kind of breed.

Mo Oetjen raps as MoMatik, vocalizing real life issues and problems over sampled beats. A Reno native, she started writing poetry as an outlet. While a student at Reno High School, Oetjen rapped with the guys in her class and made tapes of her rhymes on an old karaoke machine.

Oetjen’s first show was in 2006 and she has been going non-stop since. Rapping isn’t all what it seems to be, though. “People are surprised when you have skills,” Oetjen explains. She is thrilled with the shock but hates the backhand compliments she usually receives afterwards. “I hate it when people say, ‘you’re pretty good for a girl.’” She tries to brush off such compliments and weeds outs the hate and criticism. She speaks about the positivity her music is about and how it truly does captures the hearts and minds of her fans. “If someone, one person, comes up to me and says that my song has impacted them, that’s the best response I could get. That’s what it is all about for me.”

Jenes Carter makes up for the third point of the RUMP trifecta, singing solo and as back-up. She grew up in Reno, attending Sarah Winnemucca Elementary and McQueen High School and singing in both schools’ choirs. Her father introduced to artists such as Prince and the Police. “He (Carter’s father) broke down the different instruments and would have me pick out the instruments,” Carter explained. “He helped develop my love of music.” When he and Carter were away from each other, Carter’s dad would play music for her over the telephone and he would comment on the different tracks playing on the receiving line.

Carter began signing in a cover band at the age of 14. Highway Jones performed in the neighborhood’s Cue & Cushion and evolved into singing solo shows at Club Sandwich. In 2007, she met Metaphysical and Dove. Later, they became Black Rock City All Stars, a group Cater sings for. In 2007, she met rappers Metaphysical and Dove. Later, they became Black Rock City All Stars. Most recently Carter has become part of Mojo Green, expanding her music family. Although she has love for the men she shares the stage with while performing with Black Rock City, she values her time with the ladies of RUMP. “Once you bring us all together, it’s magic.”

Whether you agree or not, the Reno music scene is changing. One of the goals of RUMP is to bring a musical revolution to the northern Nevada area. “It will take the musicians to bring change, not business owners,” Carters says about local clubs and bars that sway to a certain style of music.

Spinning Top 40 hits is the way to go if one wants to make money as a DJ but Adkins finds more satisfaction with the subterranean music she plays. “I’m not cheating myself then.” She feels like the Reno music scene has promise especially with Reno’s Burning Man community. “There isn’t too much competition with each and each DJ brings something a little different to the melodic melting pot. There is a greater respect.”

Adkins has hope for the scene as she also performs with Reno Sound Collective. They recently had a house party with “about 40 people,” Adkins says. “200 others were listening to the streaming online. We just kept them dancing.”

Perhaps such house parties are the inventive way to go. All three women agree that Reno is lacking in musical creativity, suggesting that the Biggest Little City gets fads- what’s hot in music, clothing and entertainment- last. “We’re in a catch-up phase,” Carter said. “And sometimes, we’re just not open to creativity. We’re trying to know what’s hot now instead of trying to create what’s hot.” Adkins agrees. “I wish Reno was more educated about music, world and underground. There are a lot DJs all over the world doing amazing and creative things that no one knows about.”

They want to change that attitude and show that Reno has a great diversity, both cultural and musical, and are doing so with RUMP. With RUMP, all three women are hoping to build up Reno’s creativity and acceptance, especially within its female population and the growing local music community. They want to give something back and hope to inspire those who watch them perform. “We just want to do something different. Get people off their couches and bring them out. RUMP is about creating a different thing,” says Adkins.

“I want to inspire women with the raw, real truth,” Oetjen says. “It’s important for others to see your heart and purposes, where you’re coming from. Music is such an expression and all three of us have a message to share.”

And that message is strong. Both Adkins and Carter have young daughters. They view the Top 40 mainstream as being a little too sexual and they explain to their girls about the use of language in songs and behavior on television. “I teach my daughter about stuff behind music, beats and stuff,” said Adkins. “I try to find female singers that write more meaningful lyrics other than sex. Lyrics that are on a deeper level.”

As RUMP’s trios’ popularity grows, they hope to extend their acts into bigger venues with different and more diverse talent. Both Oetjen and Carter performed at last year’s Speak Your Mind festival at Wingfield Park. Adkins spun at the Bassnector after party at the Grand Sierra Resort in October. At the RUMP parties, the three women speak with new talent about joining the act and encourage them to perform. Adkins urges newcomers to stay focused. “Work hard and kick ass. Don’t get boxed in. Make sure to have an open mind, especially when it comes to the music that you play.”

“It’s great to feel what you do,” Oetjen says. “Girls are trying to do better and we are trying to support each other through everything.”

“Being ourselves inspires people to be themselves,” Carter adds. “And we don’t want to wait for things to happen as a female.”

Please check out for more information about the next schedule RUMP event,   MoMatik, DJ Heidalicious and Jenes Carter.

I’m an Oreo.


Those delicious, chocolate flavored cookies you coveted during elementary school. You’d scream and kick at your mother’s shins as she pushed the shopping cart that confined you past their blue and white packing in the corner market; you demanding to her to purchase them or else. Or you as discovered during your all-men-deserve-to-die-and-I-want-to-rip-out-my-uterus collegiate years that peanut butter and Oreos taste bomb together and they soon become the staple of your diet. Twisting away one side of the treat, you devoured their creamy goodness, leaving a sticky mess on your fingertips. Yum.

Black on the outside but white in the middle.Oreos didn’t always signify pleasure to my taste buds. There was a time in my life where I hated oreos. Even hearing the word caused my face to flush and tears to fall down my cheeks. I remember the first time someone directed the word to me as I walked to my locker to put away my math book. Donning all my noir outfit (complete with a black sweatshirt, shoes and skinny jeans before they become trendy), a kid from the basketball team muttered the word under his breath and directed his gaze to me. I shrugged my shoulders as if I didn’t care. I was called names before; ‘geek‘ and ‘loser‘ were a daily given, ‘doll face’ for the crazy amount of eyeliner and red lipstick I wore. Before the water works emerged from my eye sockets, I ran to the bathroom and cried.

Dark skin but acts Caucasian.

I wasn’t even sure how to ‘act white.’ How do you act a color? Okay, I was one of the dark-skinned kids in my honors classes. I could swim (so well, in fact, that my nickname growing up was ’mermaid’). Being the vocabulary freak that I still am, I refused to mispronounce words, enunciating and articulating them with vigor, and spelled things out completely. I spent hours straightening my unruly curls, hair that black women told me they would kill to have. I didn’t listen to rap or any kind of R&B (unless you counted the Madonna albums me and my mom privately jammed out to). Winter is my favorite season. I refused to go out on Friday nights to drink 40s with cronies from class (I didn’t drink until university, in fact). I didn’t own an gold bling or K-Swiss sneakers. My behind is, in fact, on the smaller side  And I, for sure, never watched B.E.T. It didn’t matter that I was a mixed kid with my father being Jamaican and my mother, as green-eyed Puerto Rican. I was a black girl who was simply confused, so I needed to be treated like I was a character in a Tyler Perry movie.

Ethic slang was thrown around in school and I found it fascinating that we were all labeled after food: Crackers, twinkies, beaners. High school is a tough time for everyone. Between figuring out college plans to the race of hormones flying through one’s body, those prime teenage years were exhausting. In some small way or another, we all were lost and confused. I couldn’t identify with the kids around me who were so influenced by hip-hop culture. Despite going to a school with an equal race population, I didn’t have any black friends. Their baggy clothes and boisterous voices were a turn off. Shy little me didn’t want to be friends with that loudmouth in the back of classroom who had a comment about everything. I was the nerd who spent her lunch in the journalism lab, correcting the monthly school paper. What did I have in common with the popular track star in the short skirt?

So, maybe I thought I was white with insanely tan skin.

It took many years to embrace this personality quirk of mine and I try my best not to let this label define me Even now, ten years later after high school, I still find myself labeled as that cookie. I’m the only person of color at my favorite band’s concert. I get weird looks when I hold the hand of a white guy as I walk down the block. I still can’t find a pair of skinny jeans to squeeze my heavy thighs in. Yet instead of finding a dark corner of my soul to hide and weep in, I learned to love this trait and embrace it. When I tell my story, the listeners are surprised to hear that the kids that taunted me were black. It took sometime to forgive those who teased me. Once my brain finally realized that these people were just perhaps jealous or having their own issues at home, my heart softened and opened up to the possibility of having people of multiple ethnicities enter it. One of my best friends is Mexican. I live with a Pilipino girl. I date any man, as long as he breathes. Despite my shock that today’s society is still pretty racist, I don’t let the race card play a major role in my life. Everyone is treated equal in my eyes and I hope that I am considered the same to them. My hope is that one day, no one will be called such names, especially during fragile times like high school. Those people should more concerned finding a date to the senior prom.

Yeah, I’m an Oreo. I guess that means I’m pretty tasty.

Valentine’s Day

It was Valentine’s Day. I sometimes forget how beautiful Midtown is. Among the heighten concrete slabs, signs of life peek out from the bottom. Cute parks where a mother watches her toddler play during her lunch break. Tree lined streets which await the presence of spring greens.  Small cafes that serve plate loads of organic cheese and seasonal fruits to couple sitting there, swapping bites and catching kisses.

It was a fig that I munched on as I waited for my nanny interview to show. It was the umpteenth interview I went on in the last few weeks, I applied for position I know I wasn’t qualified for but I used those meeting to observe other’s apartment décor and practice with coming up with saying positive things about myself. It was during these there I met some of the strangest yet most gorgeous women- Christine, who’s honesty scared me and I thanked her for wasting my time. There was Michaela, the Italian and the most beautiful woman I ever met in my life. She was the mother of a Korean infant; we spoke for hours about out our parents’ divorces and finding true love in New York City (I was surprised how honestly I was with her about the intimate details in my life). There was Molly, who I wondered why God gave her a uterus at all. Moms with high tech toys and sparkling wedding rings. Marriages. Relationships. Falling in love.

Valentine’s Day. The day where lovers worshiped each other. Usually today would make me sick with envy, staring at the red and pink things all around and in the air. But right at this moment, I felt a certain sense of calm and respect for myself. One have might have called this feeling love. I felt alright at this moment. I decided this day isn’t meant for lovers of lovers. It is meant for lovers of things. And I was a lover of life. Of the adventures I had. Of all the times I got lost. Of all the times I put a new song on my iPod. Of all the times I cried until the salt crystals fell from my eyes. Of all the times I laughed until I wanted to vomit. Of the people I met, friends and crazy souls. Of a deepened appreciation for my own heart and bravery. It was a day of great loves.

I put my pen down when I heard my name called and took a deep breath in.

“I LOVE RENO” -Short Eight

Gambling- II (Short Eight)

Written by Katherine Devereaux and Andrea L. Tyrell

-elderly woman
-casino extras (approx. ???)

-casino floor (with several slot machines)

Scene 1:

<Still inside the same casino

<The woman shakes the cup of change she has in her lap. One last quarter makes a sound. She picks the quarter from the bucket and puts it into the machine. She pulls the handle and watches the dice on the machine roll. She doesn’t win. The woman sighs and gets up out of her chair. She walks out of the frame and the shot goes black.

<The end— of short eight.>




“I LOVE RENO” -Short Six

Brothers and Sisters (Short Six)

Written by Andrea L. Tyrell

-Felix Jimenez (the eldest Jimenez child)
-Gloria Jimenez (the middle Jimenez child)
-Marco Jimenez (the youngest Jimenez child) —- (from Art, Meet Love)
-Hospital extras (doctors, nurses, patients roaming through the halls and though out the waiting room)
-Doctor Allyson March

-Hospital waiting room (along with nurses’ station and hallways)

Scene 1:

<It is very late at night, about three in the morning>

<Maria Jimenez- the mother of Felix, Gloria and Marco Jimenez- was driving home from Felix’s engagement party when she had a heart attack thus resulting in a car accident.  Doctor Allyson March is on the hospital phone, calling Felix with news of his mother. As she speaks into the phone, we can only see her lips move.>

Doctor March: Hello? Is this Mr. Jimenez? (Pause) Okay. Mr. Jimenez, this Doctor March over at Renown Medical Center. Do you know a Ms. Maria Jimenez? (Pause) I’m sorry, but she has been an accident. (Pause) No. (Pause) I believe it would be best if you came down. (Pause) Of course. (Pause) On the second floor. (Pause) Okay. Bye-bye.

<Doctor March hangs up the phone with a loud click.>

Scene 2:

<Felix is running through the hospital halls to the front desk. He asked the nurse-on0staff for Doctor March and she is paged. The nurse tells him to take a seat and it sits. As e waits, Felix starts to cry and runs his hands through his hair before placing his head in his hands. Doctor March walks up to him and takes a seat next to him.>

Doctor March: Mr. Jimenez?

<Felix looks up, with a tears streaming down his face.>

Felix Jimenez: Yeah? Are you Doctor March?

<The doctor nods.>

Doctor March (with remorse in her voice): Your mother is in critical condition. Her heart attack wasn’t too severe; however, when she was in the accident, she wasn’t wearing her seatbelt.

Felix Jimenez: What?! She always wears her seatbelt.

Doctor March: Both the police and paramedics on the scene say that she might have been drinking.

<Felix sighs and leans back in his chair.>

Felix: She was at my engagement party and, I don’t know what she drank or how much. God, she never drives when she’s drunk. Goddamnit. Is she going to die?

Doctor March: She was bleeding badly internally. We were able to stop it but she lost a significant amount of blood.

<Felix sighs and leans back into his chair.>

Felix: I have to call my sister.

Doctor March: Yes, please do. I’ll be at the nurse’s station if you need me.

<Doctor March gets up out of her seat and walks away. Felix pulls his cell phone out of the back pocket of his pants and speed dials his sister, Gloria.>

Felix: Gloria, es Felix. Mami estuvo en un accidente. (Subtitles: Gloria, it’s Felix. Mom was in an accident.)

Scene 3:

<Gloria is running down the hospital corridors. She reaches her brother, Felix, out of breath.)

Gloria: Qué sucedió? ¿Dónde está Mami? (Subtitles: Where happened? Where is she?)

<Felix notions to Gloria to take a seat next to him. She seat next to him and he takes her hand.>

Felix: Glori, Mami estuvo en un accidente tráfico, sobre en McCarran. El doctor dice que ella no llevaba su cinturón de seguridad. (Subtitles: Glori, Mom was in a car accident, over on McCarran.  The doctor says she wasn’t wearing her seat belt.)

<Gloria’s eyes swell up with tears and she shakes her head.>

Gloria: ¿Dónde está ella? ¿La podemos ver nosotros? ¿Está ella en este piso? (Subtitles: Where is she? Can we see her? Is she on this floor?)

Felix: No, ella es todavía en la sala de operaciones. El doctor dijo que ella perdía mucha sangre y que ella tiene líquido en los pulmones. (Subtitles: No, she’s still in the operating room.  The doctor said that she lost a lot of blood and that she has liquid in her lungs.)

Gloria (though her tears): Necesitamos para llamar Marco. (Subtitles: We need to call Marco.)

Felix: No llamamos Marco. El no cuida. (Subtitles: We’re not calling Marco. He doesn’t care.)

Gloria: El es el favorito de mamá. (Subtitles: He is mom’s favorite.)

<Despite crying, Felix is getting angry with his sister’s remarks.>

Felix (angrily): ¡Yo no cuido! Marco está muerto a mí, así muerto a la Mamá. ¡Tu no comprendes! (Subtitles: I don’t care! Marco is dead to me as well dead to Mom! You don’t understand!)

Gloria: Sí, hago. Y la mamá hace, también. (Pause.) Necesito para conseguir algo beber. (Subtitles: Yes, I do.  And Mom does, too. I need to get something to drink.)

<Gloria gets up out and walks to the vending machine down the hall Felix watches his sister walk away and he sighs again. He pulls his cell phone out of his pocket once more and scrolls down to his little brother’s contact information. He rolls his thumb over the green “CALL” button but he cannot bring himself to call his brother. The viewer can see that he obviously has animosity towards his brother but he truly cares about his sister and his mother- he is torn as being the big brother and trying to do the right thing while protecting his family from his estranged brother. In frustration, Felix punches one of the waiting room chairs and begins to cry again.>

Scene 4:

<It is early morning>

<The sunshine is streaming through the windows and the Jimenez siblings are still waiting in the hospital waiting room, waiting to her news about their mother. Gloria is sleeping with her head resting on Felix’s shoulder and a hand wrapped around an empty Styrofoam coffee cup. Felix is reading a magazine when he looks up when his name is called.>

Marco (in a slight whisper): Felix?

<Marco walks closer to his siblings. Gloria doesn’t stir as Felix straightens his shoulders up as he is trying to appear to look bigger in comparison to his little brother.>

Marco: Is she sleeping?

Felix (in a hushed tone of voice): Yeah.

<Felix looks at his sleeping little sister and takes the cup out of her hand.>

Marco (trying to make a joke): It looks like she’s out.

Felix: I only called you because of her, you know that right?

<Marco nods.>

Marco:  I appreciate it.

<Marco sits down a few seats away from Gloria, trying not to disturb her, but Felix nudges his sister and wakes her up anyway.>

Felix: Glori.

<Gloria wakes up and stretches. She sees Marco and reaches out to hug and hold him. They embrace for a while before she starts to speak.>

Gloria: ¿Dónde has sides tu? Ti eres tan flaco. (Subtitles: Where have you been? You are so skinny.)

Marco: I’ve been around.

<Gloria looks at Felix and sighs.>

Gloria: Oh. (Pause) Where the bathroom?

Marco: I think just around the corner.

<Gloria gets up to leave for the rest room. She gives her brother a sad smile and pats tenderly on the cheek as she walks past, as if she says, “I have missed you.” Marco watches his sister walk down the hall and turns to look at his brother. Silence falls between them before Marco speaks.>

Marco: Wasn’t your engagement party last night?

<Felix looks at the wall, refusing to look at his brother. He doesn’t respond. Marco looks at his brother, waiting for his response and when he doesn’t get one, he tries again.>

Marco: When are you and Yolanda getting married?

<Once again, there is no response from Felix, who is still staring at the wall.>

Marco (angrily): Aren’t you going to talking to me? Fucking say something!

<Felix punches the chair he is sitting next to and throws himself. He is fuming mad.>

Felix: No! I don’t want to talk to you! ¡Yo le odio! ¡Yo joder le odia! (Subtitles: I hate you! I fucking hate you!)

<Some people peer over of the nurses stations’ desk at the commotion Felix is creating.>

Felix: ¡Tu arruinós la vida de mamá! ¡Tu arruinós la vida de Gloria! ¡Tu arruinós mi vida! ¡Tu joder nos dejó! ¡Cuándo ellos le necesitaron! ¡Cuándo yo le necesité! (Subtitles: You ruined mom’s life! You ruined Gloria’s life! You ruined my life! You fucking left us! When they needed you! When I needed you!)

(Marco’s reaction to Felix’s words is depressing. He looks like he is about to cry. Felix is starting to tear up himself.)

Marco (wiping a tear from his eye): Lo siento mucho. (Subtitles: I’m really sorry.)

<Felix sits back on the chair, leaving a space between him and Marco. Felix wipes the tear off his face and puts his head in his hands. The viewer sees Gloria make her way back from the restroom, walking down the hall.>

Marco (in a whisper): Dejé porque Pa me preguntó. (Subtitles: I left because Dad asked me to.)

Feliz lifts his head from his hands and looks at Marco.>

Marco: What?

<Gloria approaches her brothers and notices their red eyes. She becomes concerned.>

Gloria: ¿Qué sucedió?(Subtitles: What happened?)

<Marco shakes his head.>

Marco: Nothing.

<Gloria sits in the chair in between her brothers and sighs.>

Gloria: Te quiero ambos, pero tu dos actúan como tal assholes en este momento. Tu necesitas para estar pensando de Mami en este momento, (Subtitles: I love you both, but you two are acting like such assholes right now. You need to be thinking about Mommy right now.)

Marco: I’m sorry.

<Marco leans and rests his head on Gloria’s shoulder. Felix looks at his brother and sister and puts his arm around Gloria’s shoulder.

Felix: Me too.

<The scene fades into black.>

Scene 5:

<The Jimenez siblings are still sitting in the waiting area. Felix and Gloria are sleeping with Gloria’s head resting on Felix’s shoulder and Felix’s head rests on Gloria’s head. Marco is texting on his phone. Doctor March approaches them, carrying a thick manila folder.>

Doctor March: Mr. Jimenez?

<Marco perks up his eyebrows, but Felix overhears and answers. He and Gloria wake up and look at Doctor March with intense eyes.>

Felix: Yes?

<Doctor March hands Felix the folder.>

Doctor March: I’m very sorry, but your mother passed away in recovery.

(Felix’s facial expression is panicked. Gloria brings her hand to her mouth and brings to cry. Marco t

Felix (in an angry tone): What? Why? What’s happened?

Doctor March: I am so very sorry, but her body didn’t respond well to the surgery. This is quite common, especially with women her age.

<The Jimenez siblings look up at Doctor March with pleading, wet eyes, searching for answers.>

Doctor March: I’ll give you a couple of minutes, okay? If you need me, please tell the nurses’ station to page me.

<Doctor March walks away towards the nurse’ station. The Jimenez brothers wrap their arms around Gloria, who is bawling, and Felix and Marco begin to cry as the camera pans away from the three of them.>


<The end— of short six.>

“I LOVE RENO” -Short Four

Art; Meet Love (Short Four)

Written by Andrea L. Tyrell

-Lover #1 (Nick)
-Lover #2 (Marco)

-Lake Street Sidewalk Gallery

Scene 1:

< Early in the afternoon>

  • Five paintings on Lake Street (and Fourth Street), framed with sidewalk and no cars
  • Close-up of each painting
  • Pan out to see Lover #1 and Lover #2, standing on opposite ends of the wall, both staring at a different painting
  • Close-up and side shot of Lover #1
  • Close-up and side shot of Lover #2
  • Lover #1 and Lover #2 look up and see each other and at the same time/ Lover #1 smiles/ Lover #2 grins and runs a hand through his hair/ They turn their heads back to look at the paintings
  • Lover #1 peeks at Lover #2/ Lover #2 turns his head to peek at him, but they bashfully turn their heads back
  • A few seconds pass; they both turn their heads at the same time and smile at each other again/ they turn their heads back to the paintings
  • Lover #1 and Lover #2 run towards each other/ Lover #2 jumps on Lover #1, wraps his legs around Lover #1’s torso and they kiss


<The end— of short four.>

“I LOVE RENO” -Short Three

Loving Me (Short Three)

Written by Andrea L. Tyrell

-Blonde girl
-Friends (approx. 6)

-University of Nevada, Reno campus
-Bar facing the Truckee River
-Shallow spot on the Truckee River
-Brightly lit parking lot

Scene 1:

<Early in the afternoon>

<College female (Dawn) is walking to class on the campus of the University of Nevada, Reno when she sees boy (Jake). Jake is handsome, with stereotypical good looks of the modern college male- tall, good and strong facial features, wears nice and expensive-looking clothes, etc. Dawn has liked Jake for quite sometime, but Jake doesn’t notice Dawn. Dawn wouldn’t be considered stereotypically beautiful; she is quite plain and homely, wearing an old plain shirt, loose jeans and wears her hair back in a ponytail. Her looks have made her quite shy and unconfident.

They are walking to the same building, a brick building with double doors. Dawn following behind Jake at a little distance when an attractive blonde runs up to Jake. The blonde is stereotypically beautiful, with a curvy body, long hair and she is wearing skimpy clothes- a shirt that shows a lot of cleavage and a short skirt. The blonde and Jake hug outside of the building and enter the building, Jake holding the door open for the blonde and not for Dawn, leaving the door to slam in her face.>

Scene 2:

<Later that evening>

<Dawn is standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom at her house. She is getting ready to go out with friends at one of the local bars. She peers into the mirror and pinches at her cheeks, indicating that they appear too chubby. Dawn continues to stare at her face, inspecting every pimple and freckle and line. She changes her shirt several times, shaking her head at herself each time she stands in front of the mirror, disagreeing with her choice in shirts. She finally takes up her shirt and stands in front of the mirror in her bra, pinching the skin on her hips and upper torso and pushing her breasts together to make the illusion of them appearing bigger. She becomes frustrated with the way she looks and becomes upset. She walks away from her mirror and lies down on her bed with her head buried in her pillow. Then, her cell phone rings. Dawn reached to her nightstand and checks to see that one of her friends sent her a text message. Dawn lifts herself up off her bed and wipes her face free from tears and prepares to get dressed.>

Scene 3:

<Later that night>

<Dawn walks into the bar. In this scene, the shot displays the Tap House entrance and the river it faces Dawn looks depressed and sad as she enter the bar and looks for her friends. She didn’t want to go out but her friends begged her to.>

Scene 4:

<Later that night>

<Dawn sits at the bar with her friends, sipping a glass of red wine. Her friends are very chatting, telling funny stories among themselves and laughing loudly. Dawn remains quite and continues to sip her wine. Her friend, Sarah, sitting next to her nudges her with her elbow and questions what’s wrong.>

Sarah: You’re so quiet tonight. Are you okay?

Dawn shakes her head, referring that she’s okay.

Dawn: Yeah, I’m just kind of tired.

<Dawn gives Sarah a small smile, giving the notion that she’s all right. Dawn takes a sip of her wine and sighs, turning her head to stare out the window towards the river. Sarah turns back to the rest of their friends sitting with them at the table.>

Scene 5:

<Late night, after the bar closes>

<Dawn is lingering near the bar, along the edge of river, peering over the side rail at the river below. She notices her friends, who are walking towards a shallow area of the river, getting ready to swim. They are stripping off their clothes, leaving only underwear on and diving into the water. Dawn chuckles at their free-loving antics and finds a seat on a bench for moment to watch. She notices Sarah and how thin she looks, standing in her underwear. Dawn bites her lip and wraps her sweater together around her torso. She sighs and picks herself off the bench, ready to leave. She turns to walk away as one of her male friend, Chris, calls out to her.>

Chris: “Dawn! Come on!

Dawn turns to the sound of Chris’s voice, turns around and waves.

Dawn: I’m going home. I’m tired.

Chris calls back and walks out of the water onto the rocky beach.

Chris: Dawn! You never hang out with us? Come on please?

<Dawn looks at her friends slashing and playing in the water. She wants to, but she doesn’t want to take off her clothes.>

Dawn: I really need to get home. I’m sorry!

<Chris shrugs his shoulders and jumps back in the water. Dawn watches him and at that moment, makes up her mind. She quickly walks over to the beach, slips her purse off her shoulder, and pulls off her shoes and strips down to her underwear. She pulls her hair back into a ponytail and dives into the water, joining her friends who are still playing and laughing. Her friends cheer for her as they see Dawn swimming towards them. When she reaches them, Dawn and her friends began to splash each other and have fun.>

Scene 6:

<Later that night, after playing in the river>

<Chris has walked Dawn to her car. Their hair is dripping with river water and they are slightly shivering despite dressing back in their clothes. As the walk towards Dawn’s car, they are laughing about a random story. They reach Dawn’s car and she pulls her sweater tighter around her torso.>

Dawn: Thanks for walking to my car.

Chris shrugs and smiles slightly.

Chris: Yeah, no problem. I just want to make sure you’re safe.

Dawn starts to fish her car keys out of her purse.

Dawn: Okay. I’ll see you later.

Chris: Can’t I get a hug first?

<Dawn smiles and stops looking for her car keys. She steps closer to Chris and they wrap their arms around each other. Dawn enjoys the warmth of Chris’s body and isn’t surprised when Chris tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear and whispers it in.>

Chris: You’re beautiful.

<Dawn is taking back when she hears these words. She drops her arms and stops embracing Chris. She steps back, looks at Chris in his eyes and slightly smiles. Chris smiles back and waves ‘goodbye.” Dawn fumbles around in her purse and finds her car keys. She opens the car door, puts the keys in the ignition, turns on the radio and drives away, smiling.>

Scene 7:

<The next day, in the early afternoon>

<Dawn is walking to class, to the brick building where we first introduced her. She sees Jake, who is also walking to the same building. Dawn is a few steps ahead of Jake. Dawn looks at Jake, who smiles back at her as if he was trying to impress her with his charm and good looks. They both approach the double doors and Jake grabs the knob and holds it open for Dawn. Dawn gives Jake a weird look and opens the other door, letting herself into the building. Jake stands in the doorway, still holding the door open, looking confused about what just happened.>

<The end— of short three.>

“I LOVE RENO” -Short Two

My Brand New Bike (Short Two)

Written by Andrea L. Tyrell

-Bicycle shopkeeper
-Nick —- (from Art, Meet Love)
-Group of teenage girls (approx. 3)
-Coffee shop extras

-downtown coffee shop
-sidewalk and street outside the coffee shop
-bicycle shop
-outside of David’s house

Scene 1:

<At a downtown coffee shop during a sunny afternoon>

<A late 20- something man (David) is drinking a cup of coffee near the window of the coffee shop. He is reading over the daily headlines of a newspaper and looks up when something catches his eye. What catches his eye is a beautiful woman (Edie) riding her bike down the street. Her long hair is blowing in he wind and she looks cool and confident as she pedals by. The man stares at the woman and as he watches, he spills his coffee down his shirt, burning his chest and hand. He jumps up and grabs a napkin to clean his mess and himself up. He looks around him to see if anyone is watching him; people are. A group of teenage girls are softly giggling at him, sitting at a table next to him.>

Scene 2:

<The next day, during the evening time>

<David is walking to his car, which is parked near the coffee chip he was at yesterday. He fishes for his car keys in the pocket of his pants. Then, he sees Edie riding towards him on her bicycle. He freezes with his mouth gapping open and stares at her. As she rides by, she smiles at him and honks the horn on her handlebars. He drops his briefcase. As Edie turns her head back to focus on the road, David smiles big. It seems like he has fallen in love with bicycle-ridding Edie.>

Scene 3:

<It is the morning after the previous day and takes place outside of a bike shop>

<David walks into a bicycling shop.  The shopkeeper behind the counter gives David a warm and friendly smile and walks over to David.>

Shopkeeper: Hey man. How can I help you?

<David replies in a nervous tone.>

David: I need to buy a bike.

<The shopkeeper steps from behind the counter and approaches David.>

Shopkeeper: What kind of bike are you looking for?

David: Um, I don’t know… Just a bike…?

<The shopkeeper notices the nervousness in David’s voice. He smiles at David hopefully that his friendliness will release his customer’s tension.>

Shopkeeper: Okay. This is what we have.

<The shopkeeper points out the different bicycles hanging on each rack and explains the difference between a road bike and a mountain bike as the scene fades out.>

Scene 4:

<Outside of David’s house, later that day>

<David walks out of his house, wearing very tight and very short bicycling shorts, a helmet and knee and elbow pads. He approaches his new bike nervously and gets on it, hoping to get a feel for it, but he promptly falls off. After another try, he is soon riding his bike, pedaling slowly before crashing into a couple a trash cans lined up on the curb. Next, he crashes into a bush. The sun starts to set as we see David progressing getting better and better as he continues riding his bicycle. He finally overcomes his fear and is riding better and better with each passing moment. A smile comes across- HE KNOWS HOW TO RIDE A BIKE (!!!) David throws up his arms up in excitement and then, he loses control of his bicycle and crashes into a parked car.>

Scene 5:

<A few days later>

<David is drinking coffee at the coffee shop with his friend, Nick (from “Art; Meet Love”). They are talking about David’s bicycling adventures and about Edie while David is showing off his bruises and bandages.

Nick (motioning towards David’s bandages): They aren’t that bad.

David: Yeah, they are. Fuck, this was such a stupid idea.

Nick: Why don’t you just talk to her?

David: I don’t know. I mean, she is totally out of my league. I…

<Right, at that moment, Edie walks into the coffee shop. She walks to the counter, smiles at the barista and orders a bagel. Nick notices his silent friend staring at the strange girl (Edie) who just walked in.>

Nick: Is that her?

<David nods silently and sips from his coffee mug.>

Nick: She’s cute.

David: I know.

Nick: Really cute.

David: I know.

<Edie walks to the entrance door, waving goodbye to the barista, carrying a paper bag with her bagel inside. She notices that David and Nick are staring at her. She grins at the two men before walking out of the door to her bike locked outside against a street lamp. Back inside the coffee shop, Nick leans into whisper to David with a sly grin on his face.>

Nick: Dude, she is totally worth the bruises.

<David takes another sip from his coffee mug and grins.>

Scene 6:

<A few days later, in the late afternoon.>

< The sun is setting and the sky is a dusty pink.>

<David is leaving work. Instead of driving to work, he now rides his bicycle. He puts on his thick black helmet and his elbow and knee pads. He hops on his bike and he starts to pedal down the street. He is riding down the street when he sees Edie riding her bike towards on the opposite side of the street. David has a panicked looks on her face, but starts to pedal faster towards Edie. As David and Edie inch closer and closer, David’s pants get stuck in the gears of his bicycle, causing David to stop pedaling. The bicycle starts to weave, swaying back and forth, this way and that way, finally causing the bike to hit the curb and David to fly over his handlebars onto the pavement. He lands in a heap. Edie witnesses David’s accident. She gets off her bike, throws it to the ground and runs over to him. She kneels over his crumpled body and has a worried look on her face.>

Edie: Are you okay?

<David slowly starts to pick himself off the ground when he looks up at the person helping him.>

David: I’m fine, thank…

<He sees Edie with a worried look her face and stops talking abruptly. She looks so beautiful, even when worried. Edie’s worried frown melts into a smile.>

Edie: I’m Edie.

<Edie extends her hand to shake his. They shake hands, but don’t let go. David starts to smile.>

David: David.

<Edie helps David up his feet as the camera slowly pans away, fading into black. The two characters are still smiling.>


<The end— of short two.>