ABOUT
Let me tell you a story...
EXT. LAKE - DAY
Not a cloud in the sky. No shelter from the unbearable rays of the sun.
Encircled by the horizon, an oarless rowboat containing three chapped FISHERMEN sits on the still water. One fisherman pensively analyzes the homogenous scenery, while the other two engage each other.
FISHERMAN TWO
We're going to die.
FISHERMAN THREE
No we're not.
FISHERMAN TWO
How do you know?
FISHERMAN THREE
I don't.
FISHERMAN TWO
See? I'm right. We're going
to die.
FISHERMAN THREE
How do you know?
FISHERMAN TWO
I just do! I read yesterday,
it's impossible to survive
more than three days without
water. The sun is sucking
moisture from our pores as we speak. We're going to die.
FISHERMAN THREE
We'll be fine once we get water.
FISHERMAN TWO
And where are we going to get
wa--
Fisherman Two’s eyes open wide. He rummages under his seat and reveals a water bottle.
FISHERMAN TWO
How could I forget?
FISHERMAN THREE
Thank God. Can I have some?
FISHERMAN TWO
You should have brought your
own.
FISHERMAN THREE
You got that from the fridge
at my house!
FISHERMAN TWO
You should have brought your
own from the fridge at your
house.
FISHERMAN THREE
I paid for it! Please, I’m
dying!
Fisherman Two shrugs and takes a sip.
With a SHOUT, Fisherman Three dives at Fisherman Two. The boat rocks as they scuffle for the bottle.
FISHERMAN TWO
It's mine!
Fisherman Two leans back. The boat capsizes, launching the three fishermen into the water.
SPLASH! QUIET…
The fishermen break the surface of the water, gasping for air. They hold onto the boat.
Fisherman Two splashes Fisherman Three.
FISHERMAN TWO
You imbecile!
FISHERMAN Three
At least we got to cool off
a bit…
FISHERMAN TWO
Where are we going to find
more water?! We're going to die.
Now, we're going to die, and
it's your fault!
Fisherman Two again splashes Fisherman Three, Fisherman One spritzed in the crossfire.
Fisherman One licks his lips, tasting the water dripping down his face. He smiles and drinks from his cupped hand.
THE ENLIGHTENED ONE
Hey. Water... It's safe.
FADE TO BLACK.
* * *
In high school, at a summer filmmaking intensive at the University of North Carolina School of the Arts (read: film camp), I learned that the purpose of art is to “protect life.” Since then, I’ve been committed to creating works that address important issues in society and themes prevalent to the human experience, heralding narratives that start meaningful conversations and point to an existence steeped in grace, humility, and abundance that is accessible to all.
TL;DR
Despite seeming very "right-brained," Averi thoroughly enjoys racing the cash register in calculating change when making purchases.
INTERESTS and HOBBIES:
- sustainable development
- social entrepreneurship
- general world improvement
- food (eating and preparing)
THINGS I WISH I WERE BETTER AT:
- surfing
- painting
- spelling
- knowing when to take baked goods out of the oven
- French
ON MY BOOKSHELF:
- James Baldwin
- Zora Neale Hurston
- André Gregory
- Angela Davis
- Langston Hughes
- Tyehimba Jess
- Jonny Sun
- Malcolm Gladwell
- Jonathan Martin
- George Orwell
