omg this is incredible...ive finally found my dream ambiance...I cant just imagine the dirty streets, the cheap whiskey and the long rainy night ahead of this detective. As the city pulses with night owls, who is to say what the hours ahead hold
It looked like rain, so I got up to close the window. That guy on the sidewalk was still playing his sax. He was good, but I had heard enough for one day. When I turned back to my desk, she was already standing in front of it.
"Can I help you?", I said.
"No, Mr. Starker, I'm here to help you.", she whispered. "You placed a Want Ad for a secretary in today's paper. I'd like to apply for the position."
"Cookie, you can have any position you want." I replied, "You're hired as of now. And from now on, call me Mick."
"Oh, thank you Mr, uh, Mick." she squealed, "You don't know how happy this makes me."
"Sit down, sugar, pour yourself a drink. We've got all night to get to know each other. And you don't know how happy this'll make me!", I said as I removed my tie.
That's when the phone rang. That's when it all started to go sideways. Who could've figured that she'd wind up dead, and I'd be sitting in a jail cell talking to you?
I have that radio, phone, fan and an older typewriter that gleams like the flashing of a neon light. Spends years in thrift stores and antique malls and you pick those things up for cheap.
I entered through the door to find myself in a large well furnished room, lined with polished bookshelves and foreign rugs. The kind of place powerful and wealthy old men with white beards swirl brandy glasses and discuss screwing over the lower class. At the far end of the room was a roaring fireplace with two tall red leather wingback chairs facing the dancing flames. I couldn't tell who was sitting in one of the chairs but whoever they were they had a six foot long tail covered in black glistening scales. "Take a seat, kid. We have much to discuss."
i felt a bit let down at 3:39 cus i was honestly waiting for the Organ to start playing, but in actuality that was the end of the whole track. a bit dissapointed but still a nice track
Someone put a cup of tea on my desk. I'm starting to think my secratary might be part British. Fortunatly I still had some scotch in the bottle. Now if I only had a case. As the phone taunted me with it's silence I put some paper in the typewriter forfor something to do.
Prince Matthew: greetings Kyoko kirigiri~ I am so grateful to see you. Welcome to the ten class trial of November and thank you for coming to national vanilla cupcake day. My name is prince Matthew of the British Royal family and I will be your handsome waiter for this marvelous night~ May I bring you anything to drink and eat?~👑💜
this takes me away and puts me in a zone when I write. Thank you for this
Writing a film noir - esque story right now, this is perfect inspiration.
Good luck!
"The writer's ambience"...already loved it
Beautiful! That typewriter is a 1940’s Smith Corona…
omg this is incredible...ive finally found my dream ambiance...I cant just imagine the dirty streets, the cheap whiskey and the long rainy night ahead of this detective. As the city pulses with night owls, who is to say what the hours ahead hold
Escuchar estas composiciones musicales es como recorrer la propia vida, un reencuentro entrañable con nuestras emociones. Poesía viva.
I WISH THAT I COULD HAVE THAT TYPEWRITER.
It looked like rain, so I got up to close the window. That guy on the sidewalk was still playing his sax.
He was good, but I had heard enough for one day.
When I turned back to my desk, she was already standing in front of it.
"Can I help you?", I said.
"No, Mr. Starker, I'm here to help you.", she whispered. "You placed a Want Ad for a secretary in today's paper. I'd like to apply for the position."
"Cookie, you can have any position you want." I replied, "You're hired as of now. And from now on, call me Mick."
"Oh, thank you Mr, uh, Mick." she squealed, "You don't know how happy this makes me."
"Sit down, sugar, pour yourself a drink. We've got all night to get to know each other. And you don't know how happy this'll make me!", I said as I removed my tie.
That's when the phone rang. That's when it all started to go sideways.
Who could've figured that she'd wind up dead, and I'd be sitting in a jail cell talking to you?
Dang, that was good! When you publish that come back here and let us know. I’ll pick up a copy 👍
damn that's good!
Hey wait, havent you posted this somewhere else?
@@PR0TOO How very observant of you.
🤩 JUST what I need while writing my script! Bless you 😇♥️
So glad it helps you 🤗
What script is it? I'm curious.
I wish that I could have that typewriter
I have that radio, phone, fan and an older typewriter that gleams like the flashing of a neon light. Spends years in thrift stores and antique malls and you pick those things up for cheap.
haz más como esto, y más largo porfa
That fan looks like it would slice your finger off.
I have one of those fans and phones!
I entered through the door to find myself in a large well furnished room, lined with polished bookshelves and foreign rugs. The kind of place powerful and wealthy old men with white beards swirl brandy glasses and discuss screwing over the lower class. At the far end of the room was a roaring fireplace with two tall red leather wingback chairs facing the dancing flames. I couldn't tell who was sitting in one of the chairs but whoever they were they had a six foot long tail covered in black glistening scales.
"Take a seat, kid. We have much to discuss."
Listening to this I'm picturing Charlie Brown and Linus trying to pick a Christmas tree 🎄 😂
ah this is great :)
i felt a bit let down at 3:39 cus i was honestly waiting for the Organ to start playing, but in actuality that was the end of the whole track. a bit dissapointed but still a nice track
Would you be ever so kind as to show the list of songs?
Someone put a cup of tea on my desk. I'm starting to think my secratary might be part British. Fortunatly I still had some scotch in the bottle. Now if I only had a case. As the phone taunted me with it's silence I put some paper in the typewriter forfor something to do.
Prince Matthew: greetings Kyoko kirigiri~ I am so grateful to see you. Welcome to the ten class trial of November and thank you for coming to national vanilla cupcake day. My name is prince Matthew of the British Royal family and I will be your handsome waiter for this marvelous night~ May I bring you anything to drink and eat?~👑💜
Kyoko Kirigiri: yes indeed sir. I will like to order the Americano and some caramel apple lollipops please?🕵️♀️
The Harmonica at 35:36 just doesn't belong, it messes up an otherwise good atmosphere, and it's not much of a Jazz instrument.