CHAPTER TWO:
Scripts, Federal Prison, and Generations
Izzy sat at his laptop, typing the script for their movie. He wrote ideas down on paper as he tapped a few keys on the computer.
There was a knock on his door.
"Come in." he said.
"Izzy?" Tai came in, holding his backpack in his arms.
Izzy looked at Tai's backpack, then at Tai, and then frowned.
"Don't tell me," he said, "you need homework help again."
"Homework help?" Tai asked, confused. "Hell no, I don't need homework help, I just came along to see how the script was coming along."
Izzy looked at the screen thoughtfully. "It's coming along fine." He replied.
Tai sat down on Izzy's bed. "Any interesting parts in the script so far?" he asked.
"Well, I think we should do a horror slash mystery movie. You know, one with psycho killers and retarded detectives."
"Psycho killers and retarded detectives?" Tai couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "All this time I thought you had no sense of adventure...and now you finally show it in a script. Where have you been hiding it all these years?"
Izzy smiled, and continued to type.
Tai sat in Izzy's room, thinking. Not only about the movie, but-okay, so what he thought about was the movie. There were many issues he hadn't taken care of yet, like whose camera were they going to use, and he also had to schedule filming days, so Matt could sometimes attend band practice. Also so Izzy could attend the computer club enough times to keep himself from his title of vice president.
* * *
Matt put his bass down on a chair. "Dammit Ray! You start on the fourth-"
Matt's talking-to with his drummer was interrupted by a loud knocking on the garage door.
"Is anybody in there?" a voice with a Russian asked. "I am Vladimir Petrovich, Odaiba Police Department. I would like to ask a, Matt Ishida some questions"
"They have Russians on the force now?" asked John, the guitarist.
Matt started to head towards the garage door switch.
The garage door slowly opened, and standing outside, was a police officer in a blue uniform and a black necktie. His hair was neatly combed, and he was wearing black, leather gloves. Behind him were two police officers.
"Which one of you is Matt Ishida?" he asked.
"I told him singing 'Back In The USSR' would have its consequences." Ray whispered to Jeremy, another band member.
The keyboard player of the band frowned. "You're too superstitious. It's just a coincidence that they sent a-"
"I was only kidding...Jer, you have no sense of humor, do you?"
"Mr. Ishida, where were you on the night of April 14th?" the officer asked.
Matt stared up at the officer towering over him, and then behind him at the rest of his band. "I was...I was...I was at my house, doing my homework." He replied.
The officer looked at Matt coldly, and then slightly smiled. "I see, thank you for your cooperation."
Ray just had to ask, "Is he going to federal prison?"
The officer and the two other officers laughed. "No, of course not. We just wanted to make sure all kids under 18 are not getting into trouble and such, especially when there have been recent reports of a stalker in the neighborhood, and murders in random places throughout Tokyo. I want you all to be back in your houses by 6 PM, and that is an order from a police officer."
John gave a sigh of relief. "So that's what it's all about...I thought Matt here burned down the Parliament building or something."
The officer smiled, and left them alone to practice.
"Well, that was scary and odd." Matt said as he picked up his bass. "Well, um, from the top...1, 2, 3, 4..."
* * *
It was now 7:00, and Izzy was attentively watching another Star Trek movie. This time, Generations. He'd watched it countless times already, but each and every time was like the first time. He enjoyed the Kirk's little appearance, and to see the Enterprise-B. He had never expected Kirk, Scott and Chekov to be that old, but he remembered what Soran said...time is a predator, and you can outrun it with doctors and medicines, but it'll get you some day...or something like that.
"AHH!!! Lursa and B'Etor damaged the Enterprise! Hurry! Destroy their Plasma Coils!!!!" Izzy yelled. He felt like he was in the movie himself. He was standing on the couch, jumping and yelling so loudly that probably most of Odaiba could hear.
From the kitchen, Mr. & Mrs. Izumi watched their son.
"I have got to put a bit of science fiction into the movie!" Izzy yelled, scribbling notes down on a pad of paper.
And this, um...went on for a couple of hours.
Scripts, Federal Prison, and Generations
Izzy sat at his laptop, typing the script for their movie. He wrote ideas down on paper as he tapped a few keys on the computer.
There was a knock on his door.
"Come in." he said.
"Izzy?" Tai came in, holding his backpack in his arms.
Izzy looked at Tai's backpack, then at Tai, and then frowned.
"Don't tell me," he said, "you need homework help again."
"Homework help?" Tai asked, confused. "Hell no, I don't need homework help, I just came along to see how the script was coming along."
Izzy looked at the screen thoughtfully. "It's coming along fine." He replied.
Tai sat down on Izzy's bed. "Any interesting parts in the script so far?" he asked.
"Well, I think we should do a horror slash mystery movie. You know, one with psycho killers and retarded detectives."
"Psycho killers and retarded detectives?" Tai couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "All this time I thought you had no sense of adventure...and now you finally show it in a script. Where have you been hiding it all these years?"
Izzy smiled, and continued to type.
Tai sat in Izzy's room, thinking. Not only about the movie, but-okay, so what he thought about was the movie. There were many issues he hadn't taken care of yet, like whose camera were they going to use, and he also had to schedule filming days, so Matt could sometimes attend band practice. Also so Izzy could attend the computer club enough times to keep himself from his title of vice president.
* * *
Matt put his bass down on a chair. "Dammit Ray! You start on the fourth-"
Matt's talking-to with his drummer was interrupted by a loud knocking on the garage door.
"Is anybody in there?" a voice with a Russian asked. "I am Vladimir Petrovich, Odaiba Police Department. I would like to ask a, Matt Ishida some questions"
"They have Russians on the force now?" asked John, the guitarist.
Matt started to head towards the garage door switch.
The garage door slowly opened, and standing outside, was a police officer in a blue uniform and a black necktie. His hair was neatly combed, and he was wearing black, leather gloves. Behind him were two police officers.
"Which one of you is Matt Ishida?" he asked.
"I told him singing 'Back In The USSR' would have its consequences." Ray whispered to Jeremy, another band member.
The keyboard player of the band frowned. "You're too superstitious. It's just a coincidence that they sent a-"
"I was only kidding...Jer, you have no sense of humor, do you?"
"Mr. Ishida, where were you on the night of April 14th?" the officer asked.
Matt stared up at the officer towering over him, and then behind him at the rest of his band. "I was...I was...I was at my house, doing my homework." He replied.
The officer looked at Matt coldly, and then slightly smiled. "I see, thank you for your cooperation."
Ray just had to ask, "Is he going to federal prison?"
The officer and the two other officers laughed. "No, of course not. We just wanted to make sure all kids under 18 are not getting into trouble and such, especially when there have been recent reports of a stalker in the neighborhood, and murders in random places throughout Tokyo. I want you all to be back in your houses by 6 PM, and that is an order from a police officer."
John gave a sigh of relief. "So that's what it's all about...I thought Matt here burned down the Parliament building or something."
The officer smiled, and left them alone to practice.
"Well, that was scary and odd." Matt said as he picked up his bass. "Well, um, from the top...1, 2, 3, 4..."
* * *
It was now 7:00, and Izzy was attentively watching another Star Trek movie. This time, Generations. He'd watched it countless times already, but each and every time was like the first time. He enjoyed the Kirk's little appearance, and to see the Enterprise-B. He had never expected Kirk, Scott and Chekov to be that old, but he remembered what Soran said...time is a predator, and you can outrun it with doctors and medicines, but it'll get you some day...or something like that.
"AHH!!! Lursa and B'Etor damaged the Enterprise! Hurry! Destroy their Plasma Coils!!!!" Izzy yelled. He felt like he was in the movie himself. He was standing on the couch, jumping and yelling so loudly that probably most of Odaiba could hear.
From the kitchen, Mr. & Mrs. Izumi watched their son.
"I have got to put a bit of science fiction into the movie!" Izzy yelled, scribbling notes down on a pad of paper.
And this, um...went on for a couple of hours.