Mike’s face can be seen against a cobalt background. Vito plays the guitar on the whirl in a playground.
Back in color, Mike dances during a concert. Back in cobalt, Mike’s hair blows as he sits on the whirl. A swingset and slide remain empty. Some children swing on the swing set. A young woman brushes the tears away from her infant’s face. Lit in lime green, Mike runs on stage.
A father sits on the ground with his son lying on his chest. He lifts his son up in the water as they swim. An 8-year-old sits on the swing, thinking. Mike holds the microphone during soundcheck. He continues to perform it in concert.
The 8-year-old girl throws her ballet slippers in the trash. She never wanted to look at them again. Her father had called to them know she had to give up her spot for the competitive dance. She had begged her parents to let her keep her spot. She said she would do mow lawns, get a job, and pass all her classes in school if they let her stay. However, her parents had sat her down and told her that her father had lost his job. They couldn’t afford her classes anymore.
The war on television scared her. She had heard her parents whispering that her older cousin had been called up to serve. She had asked them why the United States wanted to fight another country. Her parents told her the United States was trying to help the citizens of the other country. But it meant going against their government.
During recess, she talks with her friends and says her cousin is going to fight in the war. Her friend asks if he’s going to die. She says she doesn’t know. He’s her favorite cousin and she’s going to miss him. Her dad picks her up from school. She asks him if he got a job yet. He says not yet. She says they had a new student join her class. Her mom lost her job, too and was living with her grandparents. She asks when everyone will have a job again. Her father tells her that people have to find jobs on their own. He just has to keep filling out applications. She says she’ll help him look. He tells her she’s a great daughter and that he appreciates it.
Director: N/A Year: 1988