Amanda Perez plays piano in her family room. She sits on her bed and looks out the window. In the afternoon, she sits on a chair in her backyard. Back in her room, she talks to a twentysomething man on the phone.
A twentysomething woman lays on her bed, smiles at her as she listens to the conversation. While the twentysomething man talks, she packs her suitcase. A second twentysomething man points to the twentysomething man while he sits at a table. Lit in cornflower blue, Perez and the twentysomething man kiss. The second twentysomething man and his friends grab the twentysomething man’s friend out of his car at the traffic light.
The twentysomething man gets out of his car and runs. Perez paces around her bedroom while the twentysomething men chase him. She sits on the bed, rosary in hand. The twentysomething man finds an open at an apartment building. The second twentysomething man taps on the window. The twentysomething man lies lifeless in the car. She lights a candle for him and places it by the framed photo of him. On her front lawn, she continues to play the piano, lined with candles. Back in her room, she imagines him kissing her chest and she turns her head. Her unopened suitcase lays on the bed.
Amanda Perez dabs her eyes at the memorial. She promised herself she wouldn’t be a wreck. Everyday, she thought of the twentysomething man. He’d be starting the first semester at the community college, with 12 credits to go towards his associate’s degree. The graduation information had come in the mail and she lost it. He had been cheated out of his life. It wasn’t fair.
The twentysomething woman’s mom asks her about her classes. She says she’s taking the year off and doesn’t know if she’s going to return. Working has been keeping her mind off everything. His mom puts her hand on her shoulder and tells her to go back. The twentysomething man would want that for her.
On her way to her shift, she passes by the community college and pulls into the parking. She watches as two 18-year-old girls carry their books and laugh. Some people walk into the library. She gulps and blinks. It was too soon. She checks the time. If she didn’t get going, she was going to be late.
Director: N/A Year: 2003