Short Film - Ethan Gruska

The camera pans to focus on a dimly lit, white 1930's home

With a figure on the curtain at the shadow of a piano

From the street you faintly hear the song that he is barely singing out

«When I was on my way down

On my way out

I was reaching

For you looked like an angel

You’re like an angel

You are barely there»

The movie ends

Slow motion aerial shots of LA

It wasn’t very good

At times the plot’s so boring that you’re sleeping

You never really care for any characters, at all

But as you leave you recognize the song that they’re reprising for the end

«When I was on my down

On my way out

I was reaching

For you looked like an angel

You’re like an angel

You are barely there»