At 11 p.m., a lone vintage car drives on the road, rattling from hours of driving.
Wearing a red cocktail dress with spaghetti straps, Cyndi Lauper runs barefoot on top of a building and sings.
In a black polka dot dress, she bounces back and forth in the street, her car parked next to her. She lifts up the microphone stand.
Inside a home, filtered in olive-green, she materializes within the door. She becomes real once she enters the bedroom. She bends down and kisses her sleeping boyfriend.
Naked, a projection of the vintage car covers her body.
Lauper, wearing the red dress, dances on top of the building.
In black-and-white, she and her boyfriend kiss in bed. Changing to color, he rubs her arm as the bed sits in the street. The vintage car passes through them as they fade. In the early morning light, the vintage car drives back in the other direction.
Cyndi Lauper couldn’t wait. She and her boyfriend had planned on being together within the next few months. However, after a horrible day at work, she had decided to leave early. She drove for hour and fours, watching the mile markers on the expressway. As they the numbers got higher, she breathed a sigh of relief. It would be better soon.
Around 11 p.m., she arrived at his home. Her excitement gave her a rush, draining her fatigue within seconds. Eyes closed, he touched her hair and asked if she was a dream. She awoke him with a kiss. They had sex all night.
The next morning, she went back home, knowing the next time she won’t him see for another six weeks. She did what she needed to do. Nothing was going to stop her. She couldn’t miss him anymore. As her car rattles and pops on the way home, she knows their relationship isn’t ideal. Most would call it temporary. But for one day, she had to feel passion and indulge in it.
Directors: Scott Kalvert & Cyndi Lauper Year: 1989
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