Posted on November 3, 2019
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I have to write the score for a short film I helped make with a few pals. I have to. If I don’t, the global economy will collapse and we will experience the heat death of the universe 500 trillion years early.
For context, I was hanging out with the birdhouse g a n g drinking and playing Mario Baseball. My pal, [redacted], informed me that he had a short film that he had made a year ago just laying around ready to go, b u t there was no score. He had been working with a total of three different artists trying to get a score that fit the piece, but no one hack it. I told him that I’d like take a s h o t .
I had the score ready to go within about two weeks. We submitted it to our university’s film festival and it got in! I watched my score play over my friend’s short film on the s i l v e r s c r e e n. It was a truly beautiful experience.
A few months ago, my pal wrote a new script and I helped make it into a short film with the birdhouse g a n g. Everything’s been done for months. Everyone is waiting on me to write the score so we can have the finished short film. My friend graduates in December so he’ll lose his movie editing tools, and all I can do is fucking make Dogecoin Memes.