In my mind, this would be Cassie and Jake's break up. No warm and fuzzies here. Oh, and forgive me if I posted this twice. My computer seems to freeze after I hit the "upload" button.
Hey. My third music
video, this one is J/C. It's to "Rest Stop" by Matchbox 20, written by Rob
Thomas and… someone else. I forget whom. Before you go on, it's Cassie breaking
up with Jake.
[The music starts and we see
Cassie driving down the interstate in a small, gray compact car. Jake is sleeping
in the seat next to her. It's a clear night, and there's a half moon out, with
all the stars shining. Cassie seems looks distracted as she drives.]Just three miles from the
rest stopShe slams on the breaks [Cassie slams on the breaks
as she pulls to the side of the road, waking Jake up.]She said I tried to be but
I'm not [We can see Cassie talking to a groggy Jake.]So could you please collect
your things [Jake looks rather confused as Cassie talks.]I don't wanna be cold, I
don't wanna be cruel [Cassie continues talking as Jake looks more alert and a
little distressed.]But I gotta find more than
what's happening with youSo If you'd – open up the
door [Jake nervously runs his hands through his hair.]She said – while you were
sleeping[Jake gets out of the car
slowly.]I was listening to the radio
[We
see Cassie pop the trunk.]Wondering what you're
dreaming when [Cassie gets out of the car now.]It came to mind that I
didn't care [They both go to the back of the car, and Cassie opens the
trunk.]So I thought – hell if it's
over [Cassie pulls out a bag and shakes her head.]I had better end it quick [Jake pulls out a backpack
and a duffle bag.]Or I could lose my nerveAre you listening? – Can you
hear me? [Cassie puts her bag back in the trunk, then closes it.]Have you forgotten?Just three miles from the
rest stop [Cassie gets back in the car and starts to drive off.]And my mouths' too dry to
rage [Jake watches the taillights, then begins to walk down the
road with his bags.]The light was shining from
the radio [Switch to Cassie, driving in the car.]I could barely see her face [The light is dim, but we
can see a tear roll down her cheek.]But she knew all the words
that I never had saidShe knew the crumpled-up
promise of this [Switch to Jake, walking past a sign that reads "Rest Stop:
Next Exit."]Broken down man – and as I
opened up the door [Jake looks up to the sky, then we see a tear roll down his
face.]While you were sleeping [Now we see Jake walking up
the sidewalk to the rest stop.]I was listening to the radio
[When
he walks inside, he squints his eyes at the glare. The walls are an ugly cream
color, and there are slate blue benches lining the walls. There are a few
vending machines, and a board full of brochures for tourist attractions.]Wondering what you're
dreaming when [He sits at a bench and leans his head back against the
wall.]It came to mind that I
didn't careSo I thought – hell if it's
over [Jake starts to cry, and a woman walks past him, staring.]I had better end it quickOr I could lose my nerve [Jake wipes his eyes, which
are now very red.]Are you listening? – Can you
hear me? [Now he puts his duffle on the end of the bench and lays
down, using the duffle for a pillow.]While you were sleeping [Switch to Cassie, driving
along the interstate. There's no one else on the road.]I was listening to the radio
[She
pulls off to the side of the road violently.]And wondering what you're
dreaming whenIt came to mind that I
didn't careSo I thought – hell if it's
over [Cassie rests her head on the steering wheel.]I had better end it quickOr I could lose my nerve [She covers her face with
her hands.]Are you listening? [We can tell she's crying.]
Can you hear me? [The camera slowly goes from Cassie to
the half moon, clouds now beginning to roll in front of it.]
I can feel the evilness of this. I guess I have a thing against
Cassie and Jake now. **shrugs** Not my fault. Actually, blame K.A.A. for
breaking them up. I always did like Tobias and Rachel better. Now if I could
just find the friggin lyrics to "Last Beautiful Girl" I could start on that one…
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