Theyre ready for love. are you?
The sun shines a glare in the camera as it begins to cast downwards.
Out from a veterinary surgery struts a woman. With braids thrown ferociously over her shoulder, the camera glides down her body as she rips open her scrubs revealing a beige bikini. With one pointer finger she slithers down from her bust to her thighs.
Blurred in the background multiple dogs are seen tugging on the leads held in her other hand desperately seeking freedom. She abides, opening her hand, letting the dogs run free ahead of the camera. She saunters off out of view blowing a kiss at the lens
Starting from foot level a young man is followed down a sidewalk. The camera climbs up from his boots to the windbreaker grey cargos. The perspective swivels to the front, focusing on the low rise. Perturbing outwards was a sharp chiselled v-line with a littering of dark hair ascending his naval.
He is filmed plucking up a wrench from besides a fire hydrant. He alines it with the bolts and robustly turns. The strain enunciates every and all shoulder and back muscles whilst the developing perspiration builds on his brown golden skin. The bolt gives in and a torrent of water gashes at his chest leaving droplets streaking down his pecks. Rubbing the back of his neck with one hand, he exits the shot smiling at the lens. A sparkle is added for effect.
Opening with a birds eye view shot, an ambulance is filmed racing down an empty street, blue flashing lights going berserk. The view veers down from above skimming over the vehicle and halts at the rear double doors. Directing the camera to film inside the ambulance, another woman, wearing blue nursing scrubs, is seen placing an oxygen mask on an elderly man. She then spots the camera, pauses what she’s doing, and strides towards the doors.
The film darts backwards offering space to the doors, which shortly, are flung open revealing the scrubs gone and replaced by a cerulean underwire bikini top with a contrasting white beach skirt. Stepping down the ambulance in a elegant leisurely manor, she offers us a twirl and walks out from view. The elderly man in the car sits up, removes his mask and looks on in awe as his nurse leaves.
Perched on a rugby goal post sat a blackbird. Undisturbed until a ball is hurled its way causing it to take flight. The film follows its path as it looks for the perpetrator. It swoops out of sight and in comes a cluster of men.
All mercy for the man in the middle is discarded as his team mates hurdle around him, tackling him to the ground, forming a dog pile. Emerging in a cloud of lewd laughter, he picks himself up, grabs the bottom of his shirt and wipes the sweat off his forehead. Toned crisp abs slip out for a brief moment before a finger wiggles in frame. Drawing back to face, a mischievous grin is displayed across his face before the man drops his shirt, and leads off shaking his head slyly.
At a desk, bearing a red pen, sits a girl with flaming crimson hair. She playfully twists her hair around a finger, feigning contemplation and confusion. Coming to a conclusion she turns to the paper infront of her, and scribbles down a letter. B. Except, flipped on its side with two nipples. The girl giggles, stands up, brandishing red stilettos and ambles out the door.
The camera follows and catches up in the hallway. It films her grazing across the lockers with a drawn out arm. Starting at the heal, skimming its way ever higher, stalling slightly at her cheeks. Gone is the midi skirt and in is a high rise triangle rope tied bikini in white. As she reaches the end of the hallway, she opens the entrance with a push at the grey bar and slips away.
Set outside a donut and coffee shop, we watch a uniformed policeman pay at the till. He tugs and drags and yanks at the door before realising its a push and shamefully walks through. He takes a bite of his donut and jam from the other end falls and drips onto his shirt. Retrieving a tissue from his bumbag he wipes himself down and discards the tissue on the side of the road.
A sound is heard in the distance and with haste he theatrically pulls out his gun, makes a few slow turns, blows the non-existent steam off from the barrel and places it back in his holder. He wipes off the hypothetical sweat on his forehead and shakes his hand as if to say “my hard work is never done”. He trips on the cub as he struts out of frame.
Outside a science lab we witness a platinum blond girl prepare for an experiment. With lab coat and glasses on she steps through the door; within seconds a bang is heard and she timidly walks back through. She heaves off her lab coat and unveils a purple rope tie bikini decorated with glossy crystal pendants hooked to each string.
She spots the camera, pushes down her goggles slightly and jogs over. With hands braced at both sides, she places a bright red smooch on the lens. She skips off flinging her glasses in the air.
On an empty field stands a sandwich trailer with a young boy inside taking an order of a young girl. Every so often he would lose focus and glance over to the man sitting alone, on a bench, biting into a footlong. The girl seemed to have lost patience since the order was going through one ear and out the other. The man seemed to take this an an opportunity and strolled over leaving the sandwich boy flushed.
He walks past the counter and straight to the side door. Displaying his hand; the boy rapidly took it and was led off behind his trailer throwing one last cheeky wink at the camera.
A petite brunette disposes her overdue books in her school library. Before filling the last empty crack she observes a tasteful and refined boy reading at a desk. She hikes up her leggings and unbuttons her shirt revealing her cleavage. Glaring down at the final book in her hands she comes up with a devious idea.
Ripping out a blank back page, she scribbles out a message and sticks it under the hardback cover. She approaches the guy and scrapes her acrylics over his right shoulder as she drops the book off over his left. He realises the situation and notices the dent under the front cover. “call me ;) 07…..” the note reads. Looking up he notices the girl slip behind another bookcase. He flips the cover back over again, this time to see that the book was about sex education. The camera focused back on her for a last shot. She seemed rather pleased with herself.
Back in a workhouse stands a mousey boy. He’s slouched over a table with a plank of wood, attentively cutting. He leans down to table, flaunting his broad shoulders, as he twists and turns the wood, over the mechanical saw, into a curved motion. It snaps. He plucks them up and throws them onto the nearest table. He waves to the lens and whacks the machinery to film the cut wood. Zooming in you could see it in the shape of a heart.
A glare flashes in the film and it fades out to a white background, soon replaced with a blue cloudless sky, a sandy base and a translucent glass heart filled with yellow sparkles.