Friday, April 12, 2013

Blue tones


If you like the following  story, you can complete it.  Send me an email.  I have actually my finished copy in a notebook.  I want to know what you would do with it.  Would you like to make it science fictional.  That’s okay.  Would you take out the swearing.  That’s okay.  Would you set it in a playground?  That’s okay.  You can do whatever you want with it.  I also have one more, too.  I’ll post that later.  You can sell it too, if you want, or publish somewhere.  This is because I bang on a bit about privacy on the net.  And stealing other people’s stuff.   WARNING:  Very good themes in final version, but a little bit of swearing.  Whoopi Goldberg used to say The F word is not a curse word, but Stupid is.  Think about it You’re so fucking… wonderful/ beautiful/ talented/  stupid/  smart.  Which word would have bothered you?

 

 

 

 

 

Bluetones @ 8 : A parable.  A short film by Grant Higham

 

 

Sign reads, “Must have black shoes, tie and belt”

 

DAVE A white guy walks into the bar and the bartender says

“We don’t serve people like you”

 

The white guy leaves the store and brings back JOHNNO another white friend, who wears a black belt, a black tie, and black shoes, and a black armband.  His jacket viewed from behind, reads “BLACKFELLAS” who says “Do you serve people like us.”

 

“Sorry, the bartender says, “we don’t serve people like you.”

 

Dave: “My friend would like a drink.”

 

I’m sorry, sir.  We can’t do that.  We don’t serve people like you.

 

DAVE says “See you later Johnno”.  He leaves and waits outside

JOHNNO texts a whole bunch of people.  The text reads, BLACKFELLAS, bluetones@8. Two guys are white and three guys are black.  some of whom are dressed correctly, some of whom are not.

 

“You can stay the rest have to go” 

 

“Cool can we use the loo.”

 

“What all of you?”

 

“No just two of us.”

 

Friend, “C’mon man, we really need to go

 

“Alright that’s fine, just the two of you.”

 

They change clothes and come back,

 

“Which one of us has to go?”

 

You all have to go, right now.

 

What, these guys need to go, too?

 

You all need to go, before I get my friends here

 

All right, we won’t all fit though.

 

He motions, six to bouncer, who comes over.

 

There’s quite a crowd around.  Some are laughing.  Some are not sure what to do. 

 

Allright, fellas, time to go before we call the cops.

 

Shut the fuck up, motherfuckers.  You don’t know who you messed with.  We ain’t no “fellows” of yours, we’re the Blackfellas.

 

Hey Johnno, check this guy out

 

He shows an ID card

 

Manny’s face goes white.

 

See us now.

 

Yeah sure, you’re one of them blackfellas.

 

How come he’s white

 

I honestly don’t know

 

No, take a guess.

 

Because he’s part aborigine.

 

You tool, he’s fucking from Bosnia.  Does he look black to you?

 

No, he doesn’t I was just wondering.  Sorry

 

No, you said he was a blackfella, now you say he’s not.

 

What is he then, fucking green? 

 

That’s right motherfucka.  Why am I a blackfella?

 

Because you’re black?

 

You just said he was black.

 

What do you mean?

 

Are you fucking stupid?

 

Probably.  Grabs his friend and puts a gun against his head.  Does anyone know why I shouldn’t shootthis motherfucker right now?

 

Bartender turns away..  Where’s my courage? (THOUGHT) 

 

Bartender’s internal monologue goes, “Because it wasn’t his fault.” But he turns away.  Where’s my courage (THOUGHT)

 

Please god help me

 

Wrong place.  Wrong time.  Alright you can go, motions him to the floor.

 

I want to talk to you.  Anyone know why I shouldn’t kill you.

 

Not surprised.

 

You know why we’re the blackfellas.  We’re the black fellas because the world ain’t black and white.  Black signifies fullness of colour.  White signifies absence of colour. 

 

You guys got a lot of stuff the wrong way around.  You do.  You think black is bad and white is good.

 

So you all reverse it and say we are black on white  We like black belts, black collars, black shoes, black ties.  The world’s not so black and white.

 

Anyone here dressed for a funeral? He looks at the club and its patrons and the manifold colours they sported. 

 

So who was black here?  You were cause you’re heart was dark and weak, motherfucker.

 

Then he turns the gun to his own temple.

 

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