A Children's Show

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 It starts with a man in a red short sleeve ,tucked in, shirt and badge pants sitting on a log next to a bookshelf. With the view zoomed out you can see he sits in a slightly disorganized room. The sitting man is staring down on himself, hunched and deep in thought with his clasped hand resting on his knees. After a moment, the man looks up to see the cameras are rolling. Surprised, he quickly get ups and readies himself for the show with a quick fix of his shirt. After a deep breath and clearing of the throat, The Man greets his guest.

"Hello...and welcome to our humble little home. Sorry about the mess, it has been a real busy day. We've been busy aaaall day trying to clean up after a long day of play. Even some of our friends here have been REAL busy helping out around here." He says with a laugh as he points his thumb behind him towards a worn down, hunched over rag doll that takes up the frame for a moment. The Camera then cuts to show that they're actually on both ends of the room for a moment, before cutting back to The Man back in full frame.

"Umm...HEY, do you want to help us clean up too?" He says as he visibly tries to play off his childish excitement moving his arms and sways his body a bit. The Man gives a soft smile and chuckle for The Camera before he swirled around on his way to the first mess he sees. The Man goes towards a pile of blocks laid out on the floor and slowly gets down on one knee to pick'em up.

"Now, here in our humble little home we always have time to play games, sing songs, and even help out our friends too, like you." He says while slowly putting the blocks back in a dusty old toy box that seen better days. He finishes putting away the blocks, but holds the last one in his hand and stares at it for a moment.

"Now you see, this block here has the letter G on it. Do you know what starts with G?" He says as he continues to stand on one knee.

"The word GREAT starts with the letter G, and you know who else is great? YOU silly, YOU'RE great! A great friend that is." He's answers looking straight into The Camera with a bright smile on his face. The Mans head is playfully tilted while he points the wooden G block towards The Camera. He slowly gets up, staring at the block once more before casually throwing it back into the toy box. The Man looks around for the next thing to clean up.

The Man looks around for a moment and then spots a ladder behind him. Even pointed at it with an "AH HA" expression. The Man then grabs a worn out rag that was on the ladder before climbing it. All the while, our view changes, we are now able to see both floors. The Man gleefully cleans the window before sitting down on his bed. He sits on his bed staring out the window lost in thought. He leans in on the wall, looking closer out the window to see nothing but the color orange. As we zoom in a bit closer, we can see the orange light from outside softly reflects back at him. The smile he tried to hold and present us has faded into the orange lighting. A lone spotlight now casted on him.

"You know...I used to have this real nice neighbor that used to come by and visit me all the time though this window here. You remember, right?" He says softly before looking at the camera for a moment ,then back, showing just his face and the orange window. It's as if we're sitting right next to him on the bed. The orange light from outside seemingly brighter then expected. The world around him for that moment seemed that much darker than before, with the dust now somewhat visible around him.

"They used to come by and talk about what we learned that day, or cheer us up whenever we were sad. All before they would sing us the goodbye goodnight song. They had such a pleasant voice. I wonder where they went? Haven't seen or heard from them in a really long time...I miss them." The man continues to ponding and not for a moment moved from where he was sitting. Not even one single look back at The Camera. He just continued to sit on his bed and stare out the window.

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