101 OVER BLACK
The robotic lilt of a synthesied voice-
PRERECORDED VOICE
"You have 6 old messages. Thursday, August 12th, 4:01 A.M."
This time, a new voice, a man's-
MAN 1
"Hey, Pete, it's me Harris. Harris Burdick? From the author reading you gave last week. Now, I know you're a very busy man, what with the publishing business and all the duties of the writer's life, but I just wanted to ask when you wanted to meet up and talk over that publishing deal. I-if you still wanted too, of course. D-don't rush though, I understand, take your time and get back to me whenever. Uh, when you can, that is. Oh, and you can keep those scriptments and illustrations I showed you; Just consider it proof-of-concept."
The sound of a button *click*-
PRERECORDED VOICE
"Message deleted. Sunday, August 15th, 12:02 P.M."
MAN 1
"Hi, Mr. Wenders, just me again. Harris. I was just wondering if you got my message from before. Hah, you seem to be out of the office again so I just wanted to ask if you could call me back sometime, when you could. My number's still the same, 716-585-4030. Ok than, ha-have a good one. Bye,"
Another *click*-
PRERECORDED VOICE
"Message deleted. Tuesday, August 17th, 4:04 P.M."
MAN 1
"H-hello there, Mr. Wenders. It's, just me again. We seem to keep having the luck for timing. Heh, ah, anyway I'll try and call again when you're in sometime."
PRERECORDED VOICE
"Message deleted. Tuesday, August 17th, 4:15 P.M."
MAN 1
"Hi, sorry, me again. Just in case you forgot, my primary contact number is-"
PRERECORDED VOICE
"Message deleted. Saturday, August 21st, 7:00 P.M."
MAN 1
"Hi Mr. Wend-"
PRERECORDED VOICE
"Message deleted. Sunday, August 22nd, 6:00 P.M."
MAN 1
"Hey, me again. I-"
PRERECORDED VOICE
"Message deleted. End of old messages."
A *Beep*, from the answering machine, a *sigh* of relief, and than, the telephone begins to *ring*. *Click*-
MAN 2
"Hello?"
MAN 1
"Ah, Mr. Wenders! Finally, I caught you while you were in-"
MAN 2
"Listen kid, stop fucking calling here, I mean it."
MAN 1
"But w-wait, Mr. Wenders-, what about our deal!? The proof of concept and everythi-"
MAN 2
"For Christ's sake kid there is no deal. There never was, why can't you get that through your fucking head? "Proof of concept?" You call those bullshit scribbles, "Proof of concept!?" My terrier gets more creative when he shits on the throw rug. You're gonna have to do a lot better than that if you wanna get into this business kid!"
MAN 1
"WAIT! Please Mr. Wenders, if you'd just let me tell you the rest of-"
MAN 2
"GoodBYE Mr. Burdick! And don't bother calling here again, I'm changing my number beca-"
MAN 1
"H-Hold ON! Um, ah! 1-O-1; Overblack. 1-O-2; Hard cut to a close up of a wheel turning-"
*SLAM*, *click*.
MAN 1
"H-hello, Mr. Wenders?... Hello?"
