The composer is at home. No work. No money left. Crisis...
And then the call. His friend, a director, calls:
- Listen, I need a theme for the credits in the end of my movie. Could you make something simple? The premiere is in 2 weeks. Save me!”
- No problem! Just tell me what the movie is about? So I could create something appropriate to the whole theme.
- There’s no music in it at all! The theme is only needed for the credits. Well, imagine: a leaf slowly falls from a dry tree, zigzags onto the wet asphalt, and as soon as it reaches the ground, your theme and credits begin.
- OK. I'll do it in a week!
The composer starves, creates incredibly beautiful music. Ready for Oscar! Well, he sends it to the director. Guy replies that everything is great and invites him to the premiere.
The composer arrives, but the hall is empty. Only an elderly couple is sitting in the gallery - both are well over 80. The composer thinks: “Well, drama is not in favor these days, so nobody is interested but old people”. He sits down, the lights fade and it begins...
In the nature, a man fucks a chick with tits as huge as basketballs. Further - more, a couple more come up, change partners... Then more blacks, amputees, midgets… Then the dog arrives! First the dog fucks everyone, then everybody fuck the dog... And then the camera takes a close-up, zooms in on a dry tree, on a leaf, the leaf breaks off and slowly falls in a zigzag to the ground, an unearthly, wondrous theme sounds and the credits roll.
The lights come on... The composer sits shocked, red as a tomato. He thinks, “The director, WTF! What will people think of me!” He gets up from his seat, goes to the exit and then notices that the elderly couple, in a pre-infarct, is sitting and staring at him... He has just nothing to say but: “The music is mine!”...
They keep staring at him with fish eyes and answer: “The dog is ours”
I realized that no matter what it goes to .cc if you are on .cc and not to .com. So switch the url to .com to see all the other stuff I have on the other site.
The composer is at home. No work. No money left. Crisis...
And then the call. His friend, a director, calls:
- Listen, I need a theme for the credits in the end of my movie. Could you make something simple? The premiere is in 2 weeks. Save me!”
- No problem! Just tell me what the movie is about? So I could create something appropriate to the whole theme.
- There’s no music in it at all! The theme is only needed for the credits. Well, imagine: a leaf slowly falls from a dry tree, zigzags onto the wet asphalt, and as soon as it reaches the ground, your theme and credits begin.
- OK. I'll do it in a week!
The composer starves, creates incredibly beautiful music. Ready for Oscar! Well, he sends it to the director. Guy replies that everything is great and invites him to the premiere.
The composer arrives, but the hall is empty. Only an elderly couple is sitting in the gallery - both are well over 80. The composer thinks: “Well, drama is not in favor these days, so nobody is interested but old people”. He sits down, the lights fade and it begins...
In the nature, a man fucks a chick with tits as huge as basketballs. Further - more, a couple more come up, change partners... Then more blacks, amputees, midgets… Then the dog arrives! First the dog fucks everyone, then everybody fuck the dog... And then the camera takes a close-up, zooms in on a dry tree, on a leaf, the leaf breaks off and slowly falls in a zigzag to the ground, an unearthly, wondrous theme sounds and the credits roll.
The lights come on... The composer sits shocked, red as a tomato. He thinks, “The director, WTF! What will people think of me!” He gets up from his seat, goes to the exit and then notices that the elderly couple, in a pre-infarct, is sitting and staring at him... He has just nothing to say but: “The music is mine!”...
They keep staring at him with fish eyes and answer: “The dog is ours”
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I realized that no matter what it goes to .cc if you are on .cc and not to .com. So switch the url to .com to see all the other stuff I have on the other site.
...That's one well-aging dog.
(Why is THAT my takeaway here???)