Итак. Слишком много мыслей в куче и как обычно неясно с чего начать. Я бы хотела делать все постепенно или иметь четкую идею для завершения. Но постоянно мне хочется сделать вот прям сейчас, вот прям срочно именно такое, что понравилось. Я начинаю, потом бросаю, потом психую. Так образовывается гора заброшенного говна. Мне же нужно просто взять и написать историю, которая в общем-то уже придумана. Просто взять и впихнуть уже нарисованное в аниматик. Я сама пишу и удивляюсь, насколько это просто хотя бы в неидеальном варианте, а просто черновом, чтобы было что показать людям и спросить совета. Ну или самой допиливать, что конечно хуже, но тоже вариант. Одна страница, даже меньше. Ну же, напиши про этого чертового кота. Ведь завтра будешь сидеть и обтекать. Очень надо, очень.
Короче. Тут и начну.
Outside was the darkness. N. sitting at home in an armchair was starring at the clocks on the wall and seemed like was counting silently. At the moment both hands pointed at 12 he started wearing a black coat and a hat, black as well. Then he walked out of his house slightly closed the door. Streets were empty and dark. The man was walking fast along the streets hiding from the lights. His hills knocking on bricks were extremely loud in the silence. After he crossed few blocks, the man appeared at the square and started to walk more slowly and carefully. He mentioned a couple of strangers on the forking streets and pulled his hat almost on his eyes and rose a collar of his coat. Beside the square there was a tiny alley with no lights where the man headed.
He came to the door and quickly knocked twice. Tiny window was opened, someone shot a glance at the man's face and it's closed back in a second. Door lock clicked and now the whole door was opened and the guest came inside. He was met by a guard - tall muscled man in a black suit, who checked him before from the window. They just silently nodded to each other as a greeting. N. take off his hat and the coat, left them in a cloakroom and went to the main hall.
The main hall was a big room with a stage with closed curtains and a number of round tables standing before it. Almost all places were taken but N. finally found a free chair and checked his watches. It was half past twelve. Someone also checked the time. Few lamps on the walls provided a dim light. People around him talked in low voices which mixed in a one dull rumble. He could make out only few sentences from the couple was sitting close to his table.
- Have you seen him before?
- Never, and I so appreciate you for such invitation!
- It's worth it, he's absolutely gorgeous, believe me.
Suddenly a spotlight illuminated a strict circle on the curtains, people stopped talking and stared at the stage. N. also was looking straightly at the lightened circle and tried not to blink. Room filled with the music and curtains started to move. Few seconds later before the people's eyes appeared a high stool. On the stool was lying a fat cat with bright white fluffy fur. N. could hear that people in the whole room held their breath. Music changed to the drumroll. The cat blinked lazy. Drumroll became faster. And faster. And faster. N. couldn't breathe and blink. Finally the cat raised his rear paw and held it still. In a second everybody burst in applause. Flowers were thrown at the scene. The cat just lowered his paw and kept lying.
Чет все равно дерьмо какое-то...