I'm not sure I'm happy about this thread.
I've been told I'm going to be a character in a big documentary,
but I'm too old to play my young self.
If I was a beginner film composer, I wouldn't be trying to break into North America.
I'd be contacting foreigners who need help with the English language,
and North American cinematic trends.
I heard about John Williams, the most successful Hollywood movie composer, iconic even,
"Close Encounters of the Third Kind", everyone making those alien craft light sounds, things like that.
He was worried that his studio was losing it's cutting edge, everyone just cruising along,
so he decided to test them and see what kind of musical heart they still had.
He got to the studio early one morning, wearing a nasty, dirty wig, soiled clothes,
torn pants, a silver glove on one hand, laying against the side of the building.
The studio opened, security leaving him be, and while everyone walked around him,
by the time everything was in operation nobody had come over to see if he was okay.
He got up and walked in, only the hear a big argument about who could play piano like him,
who was going to be the lone signatory on his latest film score,
who was going to inherit his royalties, saying he's not there when he's always there.
John got angry, waving his fists in the air, starting to tell everyone off in his musical voice,
when suddenly Sylvester Stallone ran out of a room yelling that's it, that's it, my new Rocky XV11 theme song,
giving him some solid gold dumbells and souvenir Rocky sweat clothes.
Now John could run all the way to the bank and exercise his investment. That made him feel better right away.
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