“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.>

“I LOVE RENO” -Short One

Gambling- I (Short One)

Written by Katherine Devereaux and Andrea L. Tyrell

-Elderly woman
-Casino extras (approx. ???)

-Woman’s home
-Roads to casino
-Casino parking garage
-Casino floor (with several slot machines)

Scene 1:

<Inside the old woman’s house, in the late evening>

<The sun is going down and sunbeams are shinning through the curtains of an old woman’s bed room. The viewer sees the elderly woman wearing a slip and sheer stocking, in front of her vanity, looking at herself in the mirror. She puts powder on her face, along with eye make-up (mascara, shadow and liner), blush and lipstick. She muses with her hair, teasing the front and shaping it nicely before spritzing her hair set with hair spray from an aerosol can. She puts on her sweater over her turtleneck, her skirt over her slip and her low-heeled shoes over her stockings. After putting on a pair of dangly chandelier earrings, the woman looks at herself in the mirror and smiles slightly. She knows that she looks good. And she is ready to go out tonight. The woman picks up her car keys and her purse and walks out the front of her home to her car outside in the driveway.>

Scene 2:

<It is near dark outside and the woman in driving to the unknowing destination.>

Scene 3:

<The woman parks her car in a nearly empty parking lot adjacent from the casino. She walks away from her car.>.

Scene 4:

<The old woman walks under the ‘Reno: The Biggest Little City in the World’ sign (on N. Virginia Street) towards the casino. The shot cuts to black and the title screen appears – ‘I Reno.’

Scene 5:

<Inside the casino, on the casino floor>

The woman is gambling at the casino. She is sitting at the slot machines, with a bucket of quarters in her lap. She sticks some coins into the machine’s slot and pulls the machine’s lever. Shot after shot, she puts in coins and pulls the lever. Finally, the noise of a payout is heard and coins spill into the release bin. The woman smiles a large and happy smile. She pats the machine as if she is telling it ‘good job’ and she puts another coin in the machine and pulls the lever. The camera pulls away from the woman, as she sticks more coins into the machine.>

<The end— of short one. (For now…)>

<To break apart ‘short one’ and ‘short two,’ a time lapse of the sky- moving from night to early afternoon- is used.>

AmeriCorps Essay

When I was thirteen, my stepmother took me to church. I thought it was strange waiting for mass to start, particularly on a Thursday evening and especially since that day wasn’t a special holiday. We waited silently until someone motioned to us to enter a back room where we could feed the homeless. I went to work, handing out dinner rolls and margarine to the people sitting at long tables, packed together that cold night looking for warmth to fill their bellies and souls. That night, I passed out food to people who responded with smiles and kindness in their eyes. An older woman lightly touched my wrist and thanked me in a small voice. I was touched and thankful that I could help. Twice a month after that, my family and I plated food and served drinks to the less fortunate.

I have a particular fondness for the homeless community. Maybe it’s based on what my stepmother instilled in me that first day volunteering all those years ago. Maybe it’s because of their heartbreaking, yet relatable stories. Maybe it’s because I was homeless myself. I found myself homeless in the fall of 2009. I was without a home, had no form of shelter or food and money. If it wasn’t for the support I received during those four months from some key individuals, I wouldn’t be where I’m at right now.

I believe it is important to pay it forward. In college, I became deeply involved in student politics and volunteer groups. Through my service in these organizations, I discovered that I had a knack and passion for talking to people and helping them out in different situations. It was in these clubs that I found myself I evolved into being a leader instead of a follower and discovered that I want to help people discover their lives the way I discovered mine. By paying it forward, I discovered what I truly wanted to do with my life and made plenty of great friends and memories along the way.

I hope one day to become a clinical social worker. With a position in AmeriCorps, I hope to earn the knowledge and experience of working intensely with the homeless population. I did some research online and came to the conclusion that this would be the perfect venture for me. It would satisfy my passion for volunteer work and paying it forward. One of my greatest dream is to have someone come back to see me and tell them that I changed their life. I see AmeriCorps helping this dream of mine become a reality and being the perfect teacher for greater self-discovery.

From My Upcoming Book

…Ask anyone about job-hunting in New York City and I’m hope they reply with a groan or by running away in the opposite direction. In a metropolis of eight million, it seems like everyone was applying for some kind of work. I wish that my university offered “How to Find a Job 101.” Maybe it my fault for moving to New York without a plan of attack or a least knowing a way to make some cash in order to feed myself. I figured that it would be easy to find work waitressing at a hipster café or at the market, scanning cans and food stamps. Eleven job interviews and two employment agencies later, I found work at a call center, phoning folks across the country about what brand of light bulb they use and if they could ever afford first-class air travel. The hours and pay were terrible but at the end of my shift, I could run to McDonald’s next door and treat myself to a hot fudge sundae before catching the subway home.

This is how my summer went: Wake up. Explore bits of my ‘hood. Eat crappy yet cheap food- breakfast/lunch/dinner all at once (eating once a day was what I could afford to do). Go to work at 2pm. Work until 9pm. Meet up with a friend or walk home back from Midtown across the Manhattan Bridge back home (the subway’s expensive when you’re making minimum wage). Go to bed. Boring, right? I began to question my move to the Big Apple during those long treks back home. I saw myself becoming that one person I never wanted to be: DULL. I worked at a terrible job. I wasn’t meeting people. My talent laid in writing and I wasn’t doing so. I moved to New York City for a reason. I just needed to figure out what that reason was….

The First Paragraphs of my New Book

I never wrote a book before so this a new (and scary!)  journey for me- especially since I’m writing about something so private and meaningful. I’ll be posting its paragraphs as I write along and attempt to complete it by the new year- ENJOY!

I moved to New York City two months after my 25th birthday. It was always a dream of mine to live in Manhattan even before the future twenty-somethings of new America fell in love with the women from “Sex and the City” and flocked to the East Coast in mass herds to write cheesy fashion blogs and feed their YSL pump obsessions. Since my youth, I somehow knew that this city would be my salvation, my homecoming. Here, I knew I could be my true self- a bright but introvert, a shy but pretty Andrea and I was determined to make the most of things. It was my chance to reinvent myself into the muse-sex kitten-brilliant woman that cute men in sweater vests were always falling in love with in indie films. The darling maniac pixie dream girl. Yes, that was going to be me. I would get the dream job (writing for whatever publication that would hire me), find the perfect apartment and bed Mr. Right who hopefully looked like Ryan Gosling in “Crazy, Stupid Love.”

A year and a half prior to my big move, I was committed into a rehab facility for self-mutilation, multiple suicide attempts and an eating disorder. It was time of utter disbelief and self-discovery. It was there I finally learned how to be my real self. After leaving the hospital unscathed and outpatient treatment with the confidence I should have gained years before, I got on this “Live Your Life to the Fullest” kick. I was always that person who sat the in the back of the classroom, refusing to raise her hand even if she had the correct answer. I hated the way I looked, the thoughts I thought and was convinced that the world was indeed better off without me. After my stint in rehab, I finally started believing in my dreams and myself. I discovered that was a knockout, complete with mind-blowing curves and a pretty face. (I will never forget the woman who asked me if I modeled while I shopped with a friend. I stopped picking at my face that day.) I finally started listening to all the people who told me I was smart and creative and I believed it. I knew that I was better than nine-to-five office work, living in a rural western town with a head full of wishes. In my heart, I knew I was destined for bigger and better things, bigger and better places. It was time to pack up my things and move across East…

Frank Ocean

This is a bad religion
worshiping you
and everything
we once had
I still can’t shake you
I feel incredibly
I still fantasize
about you
bringing me back to the pier
and taking full advantage
of me
out in the open
To have me naked
Unclothed body
Uncovered heart
I’m all yours
I think
I will always
be yours
I can never
make you