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Map Of Rehearsal Story (Experiment #3)

        Below is an illustration of the setting of a story about a band at rehearsal. The Map is quite simple. On the right, you can see there is an overhead view of a building which is the rehearsal studio. The parking lot behind it has one lone truck parked there. On the upper left, you see an inside shot of the rehearsal studio. On the lower left there is a closeup of the truck in the parking lot with a guitar case outside the driver's door.


        The story is essentially a cross between "Spinal Tap" and "Seinfeld". You simply have a band at practice late at night, being the only ones at the rehearsal studio. They basically just talk about random stuff in between a few songs and continue their conversation at the parking lot while loading up the truck. The dialogue would obviously have to be humorous and interesting to keep the story watchable/readable.

        The band consists of three guys. The simplicity of this type of premise leaves a lot of room for a wide variety of written dialogue. Less is more.


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