Circus Freaks pg 17 draft (script)
Added 2025-05-15 13:20:51 +0000 UTCP1: Striker takes a seat on Glam's bed. Next to him is the imagery he's describing, his lost love, though we don't see her face.
STRIKER: Her hair was a silver veil softer than any bed I've lied on. She used to gaze up to me with gentle eyes that pierced through brimstone. And her voice was the only piece of heaven that would every be welcomed down here in Hell.
P2: Striker looks down at his hands.
STRIKER: I had her, since we were kids, in our humble town far away from the city life and its temptations. I learned to wrangle, to ride, to shoot, even to sing and play, all in the hopes that it would impress her, even just a little.
P3: Shot of Glam listening to him, authentically interested.
STRIKER (off-panel): My nights with her weren't just fun and play, it was love. I knew I was gonna marry her when I was old enough to afford a ring.
