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My Hat Act Jenny Sterner
In a living room six girls are sitting on a couch, a pad of sketch paper and a pen on the floor in front of them. A blond girl in jeans and sweatshirt balances a bowl filled with folded slips of paper on her lap. She grabs a piece of paper, hands the bowl to the girl sitting next to her, and stands up. The girl unfolds the slip of paper and groans. Giggling. The girl glares at her friends and stuffs the piece of paper into her jeans pocket. She kneels on the floor, clicks the pen open and picks up the pad of paper. She sighs at motions to a red-headed girl on the couch. The red-head grins and hits the start button on a stop watch. Sixty seconds. The girl scribbles a cloud the paper and draws vertical lines coming down from it. Rain. Singing in the Rain. The girl shakes her head and draws an arrow pointing away from the rain cloud. Next to the arrow she draws three flowers. A Man for all Season. The girl glares and holds up a finger, signaling the girls to wait. She then draws a plus sign next to the flowers. She sighs and sketches a rabbit with long floppy ears, a wide mouth and big googley eyes. Easter. Easter Bunny. Spring. Is that a movie? Are any of those movies? The girl shakes her head again and scribbles a bowl full of circles next to the floppy eared bunny. She wipes her forehead and grins at the girls on the couch. She gives them a thumbs up and motions for them to start guessing. Muttering. The girl glances down at the pad of paper, studying the drawings, and looks back at the girls on the couch. She motions again to the girls and then to the drawings on the paper. Confused looks, head scratches. The girl growls and gestures at the drawings; she motions first from the rain and the flowers and then to the bunny and the bowl. April Showers bring May Flowers? The nods enthusiastically and points to the flowers. May Flowers? The girl smiles and nods, she points to the flowers and then draws a X through them. May? The girl pumps her fist in the air, bobs her head and circles the rabbit and the bowl. May Bunny. May Rabbit. May Rabbit Bowl. May Rabbit Soup. Those aren’t movies. The girl clenches a fist and begins stabbing at the paper. Muttering and shrugging. Time’s almost up. The girl looks frantically from the girls on the couch to the pad of paper. She starts circling the picture of the rabbit and the bowl. She flushes when she puts so much pressure on the pen that it rips through the paper. Sniggering. She glowers at the girls on the couch and points the pen from the rabbit to the bowl and back again. Time’s up. The girl sighs and drops her head. She stands up, the pad of paper gripped in her hand, and walks up to the girls on the couch. She reaches into her pocket and pulls out the slip of paper she’d fished from the bowl earlier. The girl points the crossed out flowers and then to the rabbit and the bowl of circles and then shows them the slip of paper. The girls on the couch read it and burst out laughing. Movie: Matrix
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