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The Madonna Inn

I know I will make a movie one day and only one. But it will be GREAT. This is what I have so far:

So there are three different people. One of them is a guy in his late 20s who lives in the 90s or maybe 2000s, one of them is a girl from the future who wears a ton of pastels and chrome, and one I have yet to decide but I think maybe it could be a really old person who is super happy and lives in modern times.

The first guy is kind of like Ben Affeck's character in Good Will Hunting if yk what I mean but he's modeled after my Dad's friend. My Dad told me that his friend died and I asked how and I don't remember what he said but I do remember the one crazy thing he told me about him which is that this friend of his used to get into car accidents all of the time, make it look like it was the other guy's fowl (he had this crazy formula), all to make a quick buck. The most money he ever got was 500 dollars. He always ended up in the hospital and my dad would go visit him and the last time it was really bad and he almost died. I think that's pretty interesting. My thought is that on the last car crash he runs into this totally horrible guy who would be modeled after my uncle in the fact that his car would be an electric car but covered in sheep skin! It is insane.

He would also be from Northern California

The second character would be the teenage girl from the future. She would be modeled after Davina from I Believe in Unicorns as well as Teresa from the book The Unbearable Lightness of Being and lastly Julie from 20th century woman. You get my gist. BUT it'd be in the FUTURE. She lives life without any struggle partially because of her privilege and also because it's the New Age. She would love 80s music, has a lot of interest in WWll, and lives alone somehow even though she's only a kid. Where she lives is unknown. Maybe she lives on Mars. A cool scene I could imagine is her watching old war movies with like a helmet on listening to Space Oddity and fantasizing about being in war.

The last person i am still thinking about it... but they'd be old.

All of these people would go through life changing scenarios and somehow they'd all go through a time machine and the time machine would take them to the Madonna Inn where they would all be dancing.

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Sing The Night in Sorrow - Sweet Apple (album)

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I was the whetstone that sharpened her mind's blade; I was the orange that she cut into effortlessly. All the same, I could not save us. It was not boredom that defeated us, it was not defeat that had made us drift apart. Not every child is born with an untamable force within her. It is the world's job to avert its eyes, writing that force off as a childish tantrum, as immaturity. It is a child's job to forbear that force until she, too, can write it off and sail into a safer adulthood. Fabienne had no words to describe her exultation and despair, and I had no way to grasp them, but she was not alone in her extreme. The lucky ones have waited out the storms. The really lucky ones have learned a few tricks to tame the untamable, however momentarily, have made their names. I am not sophisticated enough to claim that I understand those geniuses, but I know what they have put in their symphonies and concertos, what they have put on their canvases or in their books, is what made Fabienne shriek in the cemetery. Through her hands I had heard her pain: there was something immense in her, bigger, sharper, more permanent than the life we lived. She could neither find nor make a world to accommodate that immense being.