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On Friday afternoon in Pine Avenue, sources reported the pop up of a local literary busker, Jenna Norton, who shouts her new screenplay at passing pedestrians.
“INTERIOR, MAMA’S KITCHEN, DAY! THE DAY WAS HOT WITH NO AIR CONDITIONING. GRANDMA (84, GREY AND LEARNÉD) LOUNGES BY THE CHILI BOILING ON THE STOVE,” shouted busker Jenna Norton, hoping one of the bypassers avoiding her eye contact would spot her budding linguistic prowess and put in a good word for her in Hollywood. “CUT TO: EXTERIOR, COFFEE SHOP, DAY. MANDY SIPS HER LATTE. SHE CHECKS HER WATCH. SHE’S WAITING FOR SOMEONE, OR IS TIME WAITING FOR HER?”
“THEN GERTRUDE SAYS: BUT MAMA MY ART SPEAKS FOR ITSELF. THIS IS MY DREAM AND I CAN’T LET IT GO. EVEN IF YOU DON’T ACCEPT ME,” continued Norton, clearly getting autobiographical on the public sidewalk as pedestrians ignore her plea for artistic attention and continue towards their real jobs. “THAT’S WHEN MAMA SAYS: THEN GO BE A STREET PERFORMER FOR ALL I CARE. TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS ON A COLLEGE EDUCATION JUST OUT THE WINDOW.”
At press time, the literary busker gained competition on her block when a filmic magician made a copy of his short film magically appear in pedestrians’ bags.
