Sunday, 9 December 2007
EXT. NIGHT: CHRISTMAS TREE LOT. TWO MEN ARE BUSY LOADING A PICKUP TRUCK WITH PINE BRANCHES.
One crystal flickering snowflake hits her nose. And then another. She raises her hand to catch the snow; snow she has never seen before. The night air is crisp and the wind has left the bay giving respite to the town folk. Christmas music fills the air. She sips her coffee and takes a deep, happy breath for she is exhilarated to be in Canada for the holidays. She reaches deep in her pocket, fiddling to get her camera. She places her coffee in a snowbank.
TREE FARMER 1. Handsome, friendly face. French accent.
"You're taking our picture. Come closer if you want. We won't bite."
LIBERTY POST. Blonde. 40ish woman. Blogger. Writer. Photographer.
"Ah, thanks. I'll only be one second."
TREE FARMER 2. Even better looking. French.
"Why do you want a picture? What newspaper are you with? Here, we'll pose for you." grabs other man. they laugh.
"No, no. I'm not with any paper. It's just so pretty here. In the middle of nowhere. Magical."
TREE FARMER 1
"Take your time. Don't be shy. Come in. Come in. Do you want some branches? We are about to burn them anyway. They are free."
"No thank you. I have a fake tree."
The director puts her hands in the air and shouts at Liberty.
"Let's do this again. When he says 'They are free' you say 'Really, that would be awesome. I love real trees.' And then as he's putting the branches in your trunk that's when you have to admit you have a fake tree. O.K. people let's roll from the top. Music please. And......ACTION!"