Adaptation.

Based on the song "Brick" by Ben Folds.  
   Can’t believe it’s only the day after Christmas. What horrible timing. I set my alarm for 6 a.m. and drag myself out of bed. I throw some clothes on in the dark. I’m numb. I head toward the couch where she is curled up. “Gracie, it’s time to go.” I whisper as I gently shake her awake. Her belly is already starting to swell. We’re actually going through with this. I’m feeling more alone than I ever have before. I have no choice. No one knows what we’re doing, where we’re going, or what’s going to happen.
   We get into the freezing car and drive to the dreaded clinic. They call her name at 7:30 and she leaves me alone once again. I can’t stand the silence so I pace around the parking lot wondering if there is some possible way to make this moment more bearable. I decide to buy her flowers. Roses, actually. They’re her favorite. “Gracie.” I cry to myself. “Can’t you see it’s not me you’re dying for?” She must feel so alone then she ever has before. I need to go back to her. She is wheeled into the waiting room. Tears are streaming down both of our faces. Tears of heartbreak, shame, and loneliness. The flowers are dull and worthless. I throw them away and walk up to Gracie. No words are exchanged but then again, none are needed. For a moment, we’re alone as we drive back to her apartment.
   As weeks go by, it’s apparent that she is not fine. Her parents have been calling. They know something is wrong and beg me to tell them the truth. I’m tired of lying. Gracie and I break down and the truth escapes. We messed up. An abortion shouldn’t have even been an option. It’s too late now.
   This is drowning me. She’s alone. I’m alone. Now I know it.

Story Song - "Birds" by Kate Nash

Song Title:  Birds
Song Artist:  Kate NashLink to lyrics

Plot:
A guy and a girl struggle to get on a train, they finally manage, she's worried about impressing him and he goes to all this length to tell her how he feels about her but she doesn't understand so he has to try over and over again and doesn't get the response he wants in the end.

Characters:
Girl
Boy
Ticket inspector
"Birds"

Conflict:
The girl was waiting at the train station for this boy.  He finally gets off but he doesn't have a ticket so he has to "bum through the barriers again".  He finally manages to get through and they board a bus together.  The real conflict of this song is what is next.  He has really strong feelings about her and he decides to tell her how he is feeling.  This guy is too scared to tell her how much he likes her explicitly so he puts it into the form of a metaphor with birds.  She doesn't understand it at all. So he has to try again and again.

Theme:
Not expressing yourself clearly could be detrimental.
Understanding

Setting:
Train Station
On the bus

6- Word Memoir..

#10  Can't teach gay dogs straight tricks.
#9   Do you want fries with that?
#8  You're beautiful and perfect. You're everything.
#7   I believe I can fly. Amen.
#6 The future is wide open. Slut.
#5   Get out of the car please.
#4   Ahh shit. Daddy's gonna kill me.
#3  My only regret...I have no regrets.
#2 We should take our clothes off.

#1  No stupid answers, just stupid people.

.Grand Theft Poetry.

Memory Slip

I cry.

Feeling so overwhelmed.

The story of the mad.

Thought I would forget.

It's a singing sin

with an unequal temper.

Begging to be set free.

No.

You have forgotten.

Your dreams have faded.

Can not bear bondage.

Nothing else is.

The final pain, drove him blank.

You held his death in your lap.

I will never forget.

BAD poetry.

I almost died. It felt great.
If the light is off, it isn't on.
I turn to you for the strenght to be strong.
Never let me slip cause if I slip then I'm slippin.
You nag and brag and I gag. There's so much beauty in what we have.
I'm as serious as cancer.
She asked me my name. I told her what it was.
What else could I say? Everyone is gay.
She had Chinese eyes and ice cube lips.
Slowly walking down the hall faster than a cannonball.
Are you in astrology cause I'm tryin to make it to Uranus.
I'll lift you up like gravity.
I'd rather have a piece of toast.
Are we human? Or are we dancer?

IMPULSE.

M: So this is it.

W: Yeah, I guess.

M: It's been nice.

W: Very.

M: I... will miss you.

W: This isn't the last time I'm going to see you.

M: You're sure about that?

W: Positive.

M: But we're 4000 miles apart.. It's not likely I'll see you again.

W: Why are you so negative? Paris is beautiful - I'm going to come back. And you're more than welcome to come to New York.

M: So I WILL get to see you again?

W: Yes.

M: *sigh* alright. Thank you for making my holdiay one I will never forget.

W: No. Thank you. This has been wonderful.

M: I think there's something you need to know.

I think I've fallen for you. Hard.

W: ....

M: What? Ahh I never should have said anything. I'm sorry. I just.. I just thought if I told you now, you'd stay.. I'm sorry. Forget I said that...

(SHE KISSES HIM)

M: So now I'm just gonna kiss you for the millionth time and say "Be seeing you".

(A SECOND KISS)

W: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kiss you twice and linger on the second one.

M: It's alright. Don't leave.

W: The train is almost here. I have to go.

M: Don't forget about me.

W: I promise I won't. I'll call you right when I arrive in New York.

M: ...

W: Everything will work out. I promise.

M: I know.

W: Well, here's the train now.. I'll be seeing you.

(She boards the train.)

M: Be seeing you.

Remembering the Past

How could I forget,

The pain, the blood, the sweat,

Trying my hardest to get to her,

Can't breathe through the smokey air,

I knew she was somewhere near,

Just trying to get through here,

Thinking of her loved ones,

Gives me the courage to run,

Remembering the past,

It all comes back so fast,

I couldn't get to her,

This memory won't blur,

If only I could rewind,

Maybe I wouldn't be so blind,

She would still be here,

My conscience would be clear,

But that is not the case,

Always feel this empty space.

Intro

Hi. I'm Dale Doback. But you have to call me Dragon. I live with my dad and his smokin hot wife Nancy. She just happens to have a stupid son that's my age too. He thinks he's cool because he has a green belt but I don't believe in belts. There should be no ranking system for toughness. But Randy Jackson did sign his samurai sword. Anyway, life is cool sometimes. I enjoy watching cops and shark week, playing the drums, my favorite dinosaur is a velociraptor, I like reading Good Housekeeping, and doing karate in the garage. I'm no good before 11 a.m. I take stuff. I have a weekness for sweets. Read it and weep.